I haven't drawn comix for awhile, for a variety of reasons. Part of it is simply that since I became a city planner, my creative energies and impulses have been directed towards my day job/calling. It's a good life, one full of meaning and possibility. I can't complain.
But I was looking through my old comix from about ten years ago and came across this one. It was never my favourite, just a strip I dashed off because it struck me as mildly amusing and I had nothing better to do that day.
Of course, I knew my life wasn't complicated. It still isn't; not really; not the way most peoples' lives are at my age. But I knew it would be someday. What is the word for being nostalgic for the moment before it has even passed?
I don't want to go back to those days. I remember them fondly but they belong in the past.
Still... some days you wish your biggest problem was which bodily function to deal with first.