I'm pretty bad at remembering details, yet I am excellent at recalling the bottom line. And that, dear readers, is that Brasse gots no Internetz until tomorrow afternoon!

There was something involving tree cutters, falling limbs of doom, rabid moles or possibly squirrels, wires and 2 inches of something something. Under the ground. Yeah.

Unfortunately Brasse's Internet, cable and land phone line are all D-E-D, and she won't be getting a service call until tomorrow afternoon, eastern time.

This means, in more bottom line news, that unfortunately there will not be a new comic until next week.

She appreciates your patience, and understanding, and all that stuff.

happy day,

Wren (the messenger).