The evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with Daily ‘Toons. And coffee. That too. It was a hectic midsummer, luckily for my second go-round at the helm of the Daily, six weeks stuffed full with excellent topics to satirize: the Supreme Court handing down landmark decisions every fifteen seconds, Republican candidates replicating like a beheaded hydra, the Pluto flyby, Comic Con, and on a personal level the arrival of my firstborn son. I survived the insanity by using every trick in the cartoonist’s handbag (and some stolen from the doula’s), while taking advantage of the freer format offered by web publishing to manage the job on the road. It was a whirlwind. Now I’m home again. My tenure has ended. Nap time.