Finished a sketch tonight of the old oak tree in the park—the one with the split trunk that looks like it’s holding its own weight together. Funny how things like that survive storms, years, bad luck. Maybe there’s a metaphor in there. Or maybe it’s just a tree. Either way, it’s going in the ‘maybe someday’ pile. (Also, if anyone needs a procrastination buddy to silently judge their life choices with them over bad coffee, I’m weirdly good at that.)