I asked the niece what I should draw today, and she replied “a duck.” I was immediately reminded of a hilarious bathtub video she sent me a few months ago, where she asked me about the duck on her head.

Ha! Just slightly overtired, I accidentally posted this bedtime iPad sketch to my family’s private blog instead of here. Oops.

And yes, Aunt Anita, Jack is dead! I’m about as fit as a skeleton. I exercise every day, but I still can’t do a pullup!

I think I screwed up and drew myself looking angry, but it’s really just that mild anxiety that washes over me when I think about the future or remind myself how freakin’ old I am! Wait, don’t get defensive, older readers; it’s just that I sometimes I feel like by now I should have figured out what I want to be when I “grow up.”

It’s Tuesday, and my mood has morphed into pensiveness.

Every once in a while I try to explain to my boss how awesome it would be to work “four tens,” and he looks at me as if I’ve sprouted antlers.