PJ was sick most of this week, which explains the comic delay. Not, completely, though. I mean look at that comic up there. Great art requires time. Like aged wine, it can get you drunk.

He had the flue, which he presumably got from messing around in the fireplace. He also had comicgraines, which afflict those who produce sequential funnies in multiple panels. We’re considering setting up some sort of healing fund.

I love Aaron Neville and I don’t care who knows it. The day that he is too old to wear sleeveless jackets will be a sad one for us all.

See you next week!