This year, for TYSTWD, I invited Owlman. Owlman comes from an alternate reality and is essentially the anti-Batman. He was thrilled to see what I do when I am not home.

I like to come to work early and do some sketching before I begin my shift. It’s nice to have the place to myself.

As you can see, Washington DC is still sleeping.

We took a tour of my desk, where I had to relocate my owls once Oscar started being feisty. (The glass cat on the hammock is the gift my boss gave me when Newcastle died.)

Same goes for some of my toys. (The red guy is the mascot for the American Society of Hematology.)

And my miniature painting, which has Owlman contemplating the meaning of beauty.

I hang up my art up at my desk because I like looking at it, and it’s a great conversation-starter.

Owlman works from home, so he brought in his laptop.

He had to go to the storage room to take an important call.

Now it’s break time. I don’t like Starbuck’s, but he insisted on going, and he’s evil so I don’t want to get on his bad side.