Leland and I returned from a couple of lovely days in North Carolina with my family on Saturday. Yes, it has taken me this long to recover. What can I say? From the plane’s initial descent to kissing the cats hello took three hours — you’d be useless too.

(Don’t get me started on the MTA. Don’t get me started.)

Delicious moments near the Atlantic ocean made up for the suburban eerieness of the gated McMansion rental community. (Yes, the houses are… rich. But they were just so damn empty, and that was a little weird.) And hopefully I can whip up a post on turtles in a day or so. Because, you know, turtles are the new rabbits. (Well, not quite.)

Spent the entire day in Prospect Park, brainstorming and note-taking about comics projects. Consider me recovered.

And lo, for no reason, pictures.

North Carolina knitting:

The Strength tree:

My favorite shirt:

The necklace says “patience”. Of which I’ve had very little, historically. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I think the turtles have something to do with it.