A few weeks ago, I found myself sitting in the waiting room of a walk in clinic. A tick had chomped into my knee, somehow unbeknownst to me, a few days prior. The site of the bite got pretty red and started to develop a small ring, which I thought was likely just irritation. However, I know far too many people around me who have had Lyme, several who have stage 4, so I opted to have it looked at and get the proper meds. Unfortunately, I picked a crazy busy evening to discover this and ended up sitting in that waiting room for over an hour and a half. At some point, when I realized I was going to be there a while, I remembered my trusty moleskin in my pocket and started drawing.