Busy days here in the heatsink of Seattle, news helicopters floating over the neighborhood for the protests. It’s a wild world, hopefully on the verge of a better one. I’m just at home half-assing home improvement projects and melting into a puddle of irritable, sunburned sweat.
Here are the two faces I drew on Friday and Saturday to stay on top of this 100-day project. My worry is that if I skip a day in order to do something extra good the next, I will not remember to get back on the face-a-day train. What’s the difference between knowing your limits and fearing them?