I was about to finish drawing a Sunday cartoon for "Cafe con Leche" when my dog Cory reminded me that it was time to take our morning run. Great timing, since I probably needed the break just to clear my head. After running about 3 miles, I concluded that I was too tired to draw. My whole train of thought was interrupted.
It's times like these when I remember not to take this stuff too seriously. Yes, I'm probably addicted to drawing my comic strip, but sometimes I just need a break from it in order to maintain a bit of sanity. Being dragged up and down Bayshore Blvd. by a crazed beagle kind of puts thing in perspective. Thanks, Cory!