Burned Souffle and other indicators

It's now Thursday evening and everyone is back at the McGreevy homestead.  The week has taken its toll on everyone.  You can see it in the distant, deadpan stares and the slouching of the shoulders.  Everyone's a bit...distracted.  And that preoccupation seems to be causing some problems of its own.

 In the words of Baron St. Fontanel: "A woman happily in love, she burns the souffle.  A woman unhappily in love, she forgets to turn on the oven."  Unfortunately there's no comparable quote for a man in the 1954 classic, "Sabrina", otherwise I would include it.

In terms of the book, these panels take place on page 13.  I'm currently working on page 28 of what will probably be a 33 or 34-page book.  After all this time, I'm still excited to work on the book.  Perhaps even more excited than ever.  But I'm also excited to finish the book and share it.  Those two impulses are a bit contradictory (the former makes me want to take as much time as possible in drawing, the latter makes me want to abridge the process).  The former will probably win out because drawing is totally, like, my favorite thing ever.

Cheers.