Chapter 15, Page 14 Anesthesia

Sorry for the long wait. First I had trouble just working on the comic (technical issues with the computer and various demands on my time). Then I heard about Blogger having some issues with posting images because of a new security protocol. I'm hoping things have settled down enough so everything shows up the way it's supposed to.

Not the greatest strip to end a hiatus with, I know. It's what I had.

Chapter 15, Page 13 Waiting Room

I've never done any kind of fasting well. Doesn't matter if it's medical or spiritual, I go more than two or three hours without eating and my body starts complaining. Which is probably why I have such a ridiculously hard time losing weight. (That, and I'm a little lackadaisical about the whole thing. Now that I'm having trouble fitting into most of my pants I may, possibly, actually put in an effort.)

I'm not sure if Dad realizes how close I was to gnawing on his arm (or the arm of my chair) while waiting for surgery.

Chapter 15, Page 11 Problem exposed.

Well, I feel silly. Should've had this up months ago. Sorry. Life's been... interesting, interspersed with moments of intense boredom. Being the on-call babysitter for my sister who lives three hours away doesn't help.

I also never want to reproduce x-rays in the comic ever again.

Chapter 15, Page 9 Gumache

Nearly forgot about this subplot! I'm pretty sure most of my audience (if I have one other than Dad) can guess what Mary's problem is.

Chapter 6, Page 17 I still have to go?

So this is going to be the first time Mary has gone to Mass by herself. Kinda scary, really.

I'm doing this episode now for two reasons. One, it ties in with Wednesday's strip in that it talks about going to Mass. Two, I really am sick. It's cold and flu season, you know.

Not to mention allergy season. I hate allergies.

Chapter 4, Page 15 4th Wall

This isn't going to happen much, I hope, but I thought I should give some excuse for these two oversights on my part. And who better than Mary to explain it considering I was hardly in a position to hold a pen at the time. I'm starting to feel a bit better now, and hopefully I'll have an actual proper update for you on Friday.

At least I better, I don't feel like committing seppuku right now.

Chapter 3, Page 37 The Light Box

I was shameless in my youth.

Of course, I was also totally oblivious to the fact that Mom was sick. I just thought moms slept a lot.

I did wonder why Dad worried about her so much, though.