Well, when this comic goes live I should be making my way to a wedding. The second I’ve been to in a relatively short epoch. It looks like the weather is going to force me to stay overnight, possibly twice. I’m an odd duck. I don’t like being separated from my cave dwelling, deep in the mountain. If it were olden times I could totally get away with being a paid hermit, which there were at one point. They lived on the estates of nobles who couldn’t be bothered with thinking about deep philosophical things, so they paid people to do it for them. In some ways, now that I think on it, this is still going on today. Maybe I should find a rich person to attach myself to so they don’t have to think about stuff. I’ll just take care of that for them, for a nominal fee. Then I’ll wander around all the time and be like “Consider the rose, Algernon. Consider the rose…” then look wistfully into the middle distance. That’s a long con I could get in on, Juan.
Maybe I can twitter from the road. If I can figure out how to make my phone do that kind of magic. Pehaps I should begin praying to the internet now, just to be sure.