And now, we near the end of the Sketchbook of Christmas Past. I think I'm back in Richmond for these pages, spending a day with the girlfriend before boarding a bus back to New York.
Two items of note on this page: 1. Me playing with words, perhaps with (gawd help us all) poetry in mind; and 2. I have made a note of Scott McCloud's peculiar notion, the 24-Hour Comic.
This drawing bears at least a passing resemblance to the girlfriend's cat, Gunther, who liked to have sex with my socks.
And we end as all sketchbooks should, with puppies.