God willing we’ll get the comic going again. Life’s been busy with, yanow, finding a way to keep a roof over our head and the lights on.

(Also, if you are among the ones who get our cards in the mail, we finished it before advent was done, and we’ll get them mailed / to you by the Feast of Epiphany. Twelve days of Christmas FTW!)

When the wicked spring as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; it is that they shall be destroyed for ever: But thou, Lord, art most high for evermore. For, lo, thine enemies, O Lord, for, lo, thine enemies shall perish; all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.

But my horn shalt thou exalt like the horn of an unicorn: I shall be anointed with fresh oil. Mine eye also shall see my desire on mine enemies, and mine ears shall hear my desire of the wicked that rise up against me. The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Those that be planted in the house of the Lord shall flourish in the courts of our God.