Meditations on dinner:

Sometimes I worry I'm becoming a cat lady. Will I....die alone?

Poor, poor neglected blog. It's just....patio season sweeps in and between work and drawing and hangouts in the park, blog gets squeezed out and has no choice but to patiently wait for me to come crawling back in the winter months when it's too damn cold to do anything but scan with numb fingers. Yep, I think I'll be sticking to drinking beer in the sun while it lasts. In the meantime, a few tiny bits:

A portrait of the lovely and talented Rachelle Letain, from a recent NYC trip



Sometimes I just draw what I feel.



Lastly, I've started occasionally running. In other news, I've discovered how painfully out of shape I am. Apparently fitness is not earned through eating purely brown sugar croissants, much to my surprise.