For the past several weeks I’ve been creating this comic without a buffer, putting together each day’s strip in the extra time I have before work in the morning.
But the neighbor’s house across the street went up in flames at 12:30pm this morning, and that kind of occurrence tends to throw such casual patterns awry. Thanks to minimal sleep, I don’t have the necessary minyan of brain cells to write a joke, and anyway I would feel more than a bit ghoulish trying to bring the funny while the fire engines are still folding up their hoses outside.
There will very likely be more on this on my blog later, once the energy drinks kick in.
I hope everybody is OK. A burning home is a nightmare. My cousin lost his house to a fire last year. Everybody escaped but recovery has been slow.
Best wishes to your neighbors, Nathan.
Thanks. He’s a widower living alone, and got out with just some smoke inhalation, but the house is a write-off — and with it, his extensive collection of Beatles memorabilia.