It is with much chagrin that I have to announce that there will be no new drawings this week. The tidal wave of life has overtaken me…there is just too much to do. So I’ll be back next week with new stuff. See you then…

Ok, here’s the explanation: Every year I have this little contest with Frank, my step-dad. I won’t go into the rules, but basically what you need to know is that it involves prognosticating the outcome of the NFL season, and that almost every year he wins. Fortunately we don’t bet money, but instead each year the “prize” is a word somehow related to football that we interpret creatively in the giving of the prize. Last year the prize was “fantasy”, and so here is my illustration of Frank’s fantasy (note that he’s a Detroit boy and a long-suffering Lions fan):

Several friends of mine are going through the painful process of separation. It is very sad and my heart goes out to them…and their kids.

Last night Julie and I did something we used to much more often before Milo arrived and no, it’s not what you’re thinking. We did some collaborative doodles. Here they are:

Too much to do! No time! Need Sleep! Deadlines! The economy! Dirty dishes! Falling behind on blog posts! etc…

I had to take a couple days off to go to my grandmother’s funeral (see below). It was great to see my folks and all my cousins from that side of my family. Everybody’s getting wrinkly, myself included. We’re all hopeful that we have inherited some of grandma Jean’s longevity so that we can be wrinkly for a long time.

This drawing was started last weekend and has nothing to do with my grandmother or my family.

She lived to be 105 years old…and she did get to meet her great grandson Milo on her 105th birthday last December:

Someday I will apologize for passing along to him my oversized, dual-lobed cranium.