Not a picture, an illustration. I love to draw. Been doodling ever since I was in diapers. This little guy is on an index card on my wall of inspiration above the desk. I call him whaley. Cuz I’m so creative like that. I’ve thought about doing a postcard art swap, but I’m so busy that I have to tell the artist in me to “shut her trap” regularly. No time, no time. Just time for the occasional index card cartoon.
Sorry, I lied. This Wednesday wasn’t wordless after all. But it wasn’t a fish story. Whales are mammals. My son’s sketch of a whale is much more realistic. We did them at co-op art class a month ago.
Well, I’m off to bed at thirty-after midnight. I’ll be dreaming of yesterday’s breakfast… sorry that I don’t have the leftovers to make it again.