Had a blurry night last night, drawing bad sketches of coworkers, and toasting my former boss, who was let go for “budget reasons,” despite the fact that he was the most skilled and knowledgable manager in the department. My theory is that his tendency to skip pointless meetings–to do actual work–made him a suspicious character in the eyes of the other managers, none of whom ever poked their head into our workspace to witness how integral he was to the team.

Today the producer of a politically-themed piece I’m editing asked if I could draw some cartoons, but make them look like a 3rd grader did them.

The 2 candidates were my earnest effort at drawing in a childlike manner (Romney’s banana-fingers, for instance), but the statistical dudes up top are pretty much the way grown-up me always sketches.

And yep, I do carry a small notebook with me! Most of my coffee shop sketches are also right after a run.

I’ve been running like an albino Kenyan lately, but on the rare occasion that I need to catch my breath, I draw me some dogs.