Some days you just never quite wake up. I usually try to charge into the week with gusto, but today I never quite escaped the soupy fog of just-woke-upedness. The day would have been a total wash if our old friend Billy Weber hadn’t shown up, unexpectedly, bearing a box of girl scout cookies.
He talked, I made loose sketches and that, as it turned out, was exactly what I needed.
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