This getting sick, then better, then SICK AGAIN AS I’M ALMOST DONE BEING SICK thing is really getting old.  I’ve spent the last two days growing roots into my already sentient couch due to this stupid effin’ infirmity I have yet to which I’ve yet given a name.  We’ll call it Craig.  I don’t think I’ve ever known a Craig I liked.  I’ve got Craig and I’ve got it bad.

It’s been plaguing me.  It started about two weeks before Christmas.  I’d be down a couple of days, then up but out, then I’d be alright, then I’m only a day or two away from being 100% and then WHAMO!!  I’m down hard.  Again.  I’m coming out of the third and LAST wave of it right now.  It horrible interfered with my already-scarce and oh-so-precious time with my whelps.  That’s a story for another day, I’m afraid.  If you don’t already know, you will.

Anywho, comics shall resume tomorrow.  Rain or shine, sick or not.  Scout’s honour.  Yes, I was a scout.  Three different kinds, too: Cub, Boy, & Cavalry.  I’m that awesome.