Doodle me a dream

3:35 am. I wake up. It’s not my blatter, for a change, it’s not my brain going 100 mph. A lot of stuff happened yesterday, and I got pretty amped up, but I am not worried or excited, I just have insomnia, yet again. Time to get up and do some time useful. Or at least, draw that cartoon that has been on my mind.

Then, I feel happy. My eyes are dusty, and sore, and they will be all day but, I feel happy.

Oh, btw. I confess to ‘borrowing’ last line from Henny Youngman, master of the one liner.