When I need something soothing to divert my attention from the anxieties of the country, there is always Jesse.
I wish I could shed my worries as he does: a couple of rolls in the driveway followed by a down dog and he's all smoothed out.
But wait! Right after I did a clunky drawing of him sleeping he turned his head and --I'm not making this up-- stared at me out of the corner of his eye. So I drew that stare right below and overlapping so that this entire page is drawing 9000. He knew this was a big drawing and he was it.
And then he returned to snoozing, oblivious to my small triumph in finally reaching R. Burr's office to register my NO to the bad nominee for education secretary.