1201 Brooding.


The Teen went to visit her siblings for the whole weekend. I thought that I’d be able to catch up on comics maybe. I thought I might even get a bit ahead again. I thought wrong. I started getting the sniffles on Thursday. Not a big deal. By Friday I was sick. Properly sick. By Saturday I was in my bed oozing, coughing, and not sleeping. By Sunday morning I was petitioning the almighty to end my earthly suffering. I assumed the method would be death, but luckily for fans of my storytelling it was just finally defeating the virus and my headache easing up. This is the closest I’ve come to missing an update in years.