I know I said I wasn't going to make a habit out of posting late, and I still mean not to. At least I have a fairly novel excuse this time: yesterday after therapy I had an upsetting encounter with a reality TV crew and the resulting emotional exhaustion made me feel unfit to draw. So I popped a melatonin and read some of Gould and Pyle's Anomalies and Curiosities of Medicine and went to sleep. I highly recommend Gould and Pyle, especially a physical edition because then you get the awesome pictures. "In a similar case, mentioned by Ivanhoff, the penis of a peasant of twenty-three, a married man, bodily disappeared, and was only captured by repeated effort."
Anyway, I'll tell you about the reality TV thing when I get a little distance from it. I think I handled it well, fortunately -- other people's upsetting behavior is much easier to deal with, retrospectively, than one's own. And Heaven knows other people are bad enough. You know what Sartre says about them.