Chilling in the basement on a hot day, I sit at the table. I'm a prisoner of lethargy.

This is our daughter's art table. The blank sketch pad paper, the array of colored pencils, pastels and markers all call to me. So I draw the thing nearest to me -- a cheap little toy, Wooly Willy, with its iron fillings and magnetic wand.

But first I put a mohawk on him. And then a full beard.

So many colors. But I stick with plain old pencil and black marker. Less is more.

Does he look vaguely like Mr. Clean? No, the nose is all wrong.

Be cool.