If you are reading this, it is because I am either dead or dying.
Packed up 50 boxes of books and moved them to another area of the house. Removed all the bookshelves said books rested in (Levenger). Prepped the huge, scary, 2-story walls around a stairwell/house entry way/library for the paint guys.
Fortunately, neither “dead” or “dying” is a fatal condition. Stents overcome all.
But if I vote in November for the “right” party, whatever party that is, someone hunt down my zombie corpse and put me out of my misery with an ax. Or fire. Fire is probably the more appropriate ending.
Comic tomorrow for sure, and we really think we’ve passed the peak insanity so we’re crossing our fingers that we’re back to our Mon/Fri regular schedule.
The only downside to the otherwise charming updates is when I see a subject and start anticipating the comic with that name and what might be going on there…
…and then its not a conic. 😛
Sorry about that. If I don’t give regular updates I get family calling convinced I’ve been decapitated by Seattle Cannibals. Some of them are annoying…
I was expecting a secret chamber where Veggiefolk were dye-ing by being bled onto something. I’d rather that than work on the ceilings or entryway again.
Oh, we’ll get there Psychokitteh. I haven’t decided *how* we’ll unveil The Juicer, but The Juicer will be unveiled.