When I'm crabby, all I can do is sleep and doodle.
I dug out my childhood copy of Ed Emberley's Drawing Book of Animals and a handful of fat markers.
Ed makes me happy. Who else can turn a D, a Y, and a couple of triangles into a tiger? My brothers and I spent hours turning simple shapes into animals when we were young. Even today, the simplicity appeals to me. So many times we strive for perfection when all we really need is a little doodling.
I like Ed's forward: "For the boy I was, the book I could not find." We don't need to learn how to draw perfectly; sometimes we just need to draw.
And I did. I was happy, and then I took a nap.