Hi. I just came back from vacation. I am still recovering. I visited the oval office at night, saw some amazing comics at Warren Bernard's house, climbed around in a giant ant hill, tried a new latke recipe, spent three days with two sets of toddler twins, and ate and ate. And the real question is, who gives a shit? Here's a piece from my sketchbook drawn last night:
I went to see the Bad Plus at The Village Vanguard with Tim for a romantic date! It was wonderful how I got so much work done, drawing the entire time I was listening to the sublime music. Then we deposited our checks at a nearby bank and made the responsible train! It's our seventh date without our daughter in two years and three months, but who's counting?