I drew this after a full day of meetings at work. Not the meetings I enjoy: vigorous debate and problem solving. But the meetings I can't stand: constant talking at us, trying to teach or show us something or other. Twenty minutes into these talks I'm wishing for sleep. Unlike the Doolies, I can't fall asleep when other people talk. Their voices are too distracting. Instead, I sit and suffer. Toward the end of this particular day, actual tears of boredom were streaming down my face. It happens more than I'm willing to admit.
Another cold day in Seattle. After sleeping away the morning, we spent the day walking around the park. Ziggy still isn't housetrained. At this time, I don't think he ever will be. It's harder than it looks.