I aim to post in the Shallows every day. I generally write in the evenings and set the post to automatically go live at 6:30 a.m. the next morning.
Some nights, however, I’m really tired, or I have other work to do, or I spend more time with my children or wife or all four. Daily updates take discipline—something I’m trying to develop—but I also want to be realistic when it comes to my time. I want “dad” to be the most important word in the title “dad blogger.”
That means I’m choosing to go easier on posting during the holidays. I didn’t have this one ready by my morning deadline. It’s not particularly weighty or funny. And tomorrow might be the same.
Also, a confession: As I drew this morning’s doodle, I decided to put a menorah-ish design on my T-shirt, though I own no such article of clothing. I’ve done that a few times, most notably in my gravatar image, which features me wearing a guitar shirt that has no analog in my closet. I’m not sure why. I do have a Big Fish shirt, though.
Despite my lack of a real menorah shirt, however, allow me to wish you a genuine happy Hanukkah. And a wonderful Thanksgiving tomorrow, too—just in case.
Standing in the Shallows 
One of my favorite books as a kid was The 100 Dresses, about a little girl who claimed to have, well, 100 dresses, but wore the same one to school every day and got made fun of for being poor. Two other girls finally go to her house and discover she has illustrations of 100 dresses she’s designed on her wall. They’re impressed with her mad skillz and they all live happily ever after. Which is to say, fantasy T-shirts totally count.
Thanks! I looked up that book on my local library’s website; I typed in “100 dr” and it auto-filled “100 dresses in her closet everyone laughs and.”
Search engines: creepy but useful.
Pretty sure I’ve read that book to either your kids or the Rooks girls…it was a library book.
I thought you weren’t wearing a shirt and have a hairy chest not unlike peacock feathers. 🙂
Hmmm … I’ve never had anyone compare those two things before. Now my back is a different story.