And Yule falls on Odin’s day this year, which seems like it ought to be portentous and probably is. It has been a crappy year for a lot of people, even more so than usual. We’ll try to scare the sun back – apparently with shameless displays of extravagant commercialism – and maybe the next solar cycle will be a little kinder. Maybe.
I admit that my enthusiasm is waning, for all things. Nevertheless, here we are with yet another attmpt to catch a glimpse of sequential narrative joy through the boundless cloacal murk which is the future. Or, at least, tomorrow’s trip to the comic store.
Another week, another trip to the comic emporium. Assuming ’emporium’ means ‘tiny, dusty shop’. Which books do I intend to buy tomorrow?
I have pretty much run out of ways of avoiding writing ‘tomorrow is Wednesday’ in my opening sentence. It is.
Tomorrow is the day before Thanksgiving, of course. More importantly, it is also the day that this week’s new comics arrive.
Tomorrow is comic book day, again. And yet again, there are a lot of more important things to worry about. But the show must go on.
An election day special! Which means I have a lot more to worry about than whether my comics will be at the store tomorrow.