Thursday, May 27, 2004

Working instead of working

I should be working on a Sunday, and instead I'm working on a blog where I talk about what I should be working on.

Last night I woke around two in the morning. Thunder was shaking the windows. Our dog, Cuddles, has a bomb-shelter view of thunder, and immediately began hunting for one. While she shoved herself under the bed, I wondered how Spot would react to the storm. In an earlier strip he crawled into Karl's bed, tank and all, when thunder and lightning did their dance. Thinking about Spot and thunder gave me an idea for a Sunday that will appear July 4.