And yet, if I’m allowed any final accounting of my days, I may find, to my surprise, that I reckon those Fridays when I woke up without an idea in my head and only started drawing around noon, calling friends at work for emergency humor consultations, doing frantic Google image searches for Scott McClellan or chacmool, eating whatever crud was in the fridge, laughing out loud at my own inspirations, and somehow ended up getting a finished cartoon in by deadline, feeling like an evil genius and well deserving of a cold beer, to have been among my best.
