Sorry for the radio silence here on Wednesday. We had to rush back to Victoria a lot earlier than expected after receiving the worst kind of news... my grandfather had died.
My granddad was a stubborn and fiercely independent guy. I think there was almost nothing he dreaded as much as the thought of getting sick and needing to move into a hospital or assisted-care home so other people could take care of him. He probably would have been thrilled to know that would never happen -- that he'd live to be 93 years old, then pass away suddenly in his own easy chair in his own living room.
Without question, it was the best possible way for him to go. But boy, I sure wish he hadn't.
As I'm sure you'll understand, I'm probably going to keep quiet down here for a few days. But new installments of Sam and Fuzzy will keep rolling in as usual. Every once in awhile I get an email from someone who says my comics helped them get through a tough time... well, I guess they do the same for me as well!