Another work doodle. I drew many of these while I contemplated changing positions at work. This one was after I accepted the offer. It's amazing how irreplaceable I thought I was and how quickly I was replaced. I think that's true for most people.

It's an early Sunday morning and I'm planted in the bucks of stars. I finished up some lingering work and I wanted to write. Wanting and doing have no correlation for me these days. It’s been like that since the Marathon. In previous years I would blame it on the Marathon sucking all creative juices from me. This year, however, I realized I didn’t write before or after the Marathon. It seems the Marathon did its job to at least get me to write for a month.