Today, I am exhausted.  This is midterms season, and work has me beat, so no daily sketch today.  I know, I know.

However, in lieu of it, I wrapped up a micron drawing.


I didn’t feel like cooking tonight, so my husband stopped for some quick food before heading home, and in addition to a small salad and some egg salad sandwiches (which I love; I can’t seem to make a good egg salad, for some reason, and our local grocery store make a great one), my husband picked me up a giant jug of pre-mixed Jose Cuervo maragaritas.  That, paired with some popcorn, was a nice little after dinner treat.

Anyway, I know I’m getting old because that one (single, solitary) margarita has knocked me on my ass.  9 pm bedtime, here I come.

Also, I’ve been reading The Bookshop on the Corner by Jenny Colgan, who is a new-to-me author but is apparently quite prolific.  I’m really loving the book so far.  Has anyone read any of her others?  Are there any recommended follow-ups?

Tomorrow is Hump Day.  You’re halfway there.


Here’s a disappointing and anti-climactic daily sketch:

This was done in about fifteen minutes, solely because I didn’t want to skip a day and not because I was particularly moved by the image.  The subtle curves of the handset and the fluorescent light glare off the plastic casing were hard to capture with the minimal shading I did, and the entire drawing is asymmetrical.  I don’t want to play the, “I wasn’t even trying,” card, but by the same token, I honestly wasn’t; I started this sketch knowing I was going to rush it, knowing I wasn’t going to devote the time and focus I’d devoted to the other daily sketches thus far.  Today hasn’t been a bad day, but oh my God, am I tired — I’ve been on my feet since 5:30 am, from classroom work to vocational training, the gym to the grocery store, and then home to cook dinner.  I just do not have the spoons to do anything more thoughtful tonight, but I don’t want to break the momentum.  Powering through and developing the habit is far more important than the products themselves right now.

So, no.  Not my best work, not my best effort.

Actually you might say I… phoned it in.

Thank you, I’ll let myself out.