Sitting with my mouth open and drawing clouds like flies.

But they won't do.



I've already moved on.



I'm still drawing clouds . . .



. . . Just not these.



Overcast, sounds like a dilemma on a stage set. "Sorry, We're overcast today. You'll have to go home."







And the Pallic Yod of Macroprosopus (before it was shaded and oiled up with the grease from a stray cat's coat and the yield of 33 packets of Mayo from the museum cafe).