I'm a little behind on comics these days, as my Paint the Street project comes to its annual October explosion. Learn more about that mural here.
Until I get back to the drawing board, here's a few sketches of summer.
It's been a good summer.
At least once a day, I get this awful feeling. Usually it's about something small -- sending an awkward email; a phone call I'm procrastinating about; a belated thank-you note; some other tiny nonsense.
What should be a tiny pause of awkwardness, quickly surmounted, can grow so large. Sometimes it's so big, it's difficult to move -- as if I've been eaten alive.
How did that frog get so big? Perhaps it's not a frog at all...