THE LAST COUPLE DAYS

Pretty hectic. Been working to bring Ariel’s fever down and keep it there, plus she’s had a cough that seems to laugh at cough medicines, even prescription ones. Today, though, her energy level is up and she’s not coughing near as much (although her fever jumped back up to 101). Plus I feel the dámņëd virus rooting around in the base of my throat, trying to get a toe-hold. So I’m scarfing Vitamin C, orange juice and other fluids as fast and frequently as I can, hoping to stave it off because I just *so* don’t have time to be sick.

On the plus side, finished several projects including “Fallen Angel #11,” the conclusion to the five part storyline entitled “Down to Earth.” Personally, I was rather pleased with it, which is saying something since I’m my own worst critic. And Dave and Fernando’s pencils and inks are just getting better and better, as you’ll see starting with next issue. They’re definitely in the groove now.

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THE BEST LAID PLANS

The weekend of uninterrupted working/partying/bowling has been cut short as Ariel made an early return from her mom. What started as simply a nagging cough (pronounced as a mere virus at a doctor’s visit on Friday) has blossomed into a full-blown something nasty. The cough is still dry, but she had a fever of 103. In the long run, this could just simply mean she’s hot-blooded (check it and see). In the short run, though, the best place for her to be is back home. Advil is bringing the temperature down to manageable levels, but nevertheless I’m keeping a close eye on her. Kath now feels bad that she’s down in Atlanta and I’m handling this solo, but I think it’s preferable: Keeps the baby out of germs’ way.

On the other hand, the neighbors are relieved, since I’ve shut down the searchlights, disconnected the disco ball, and sent the strippers home.

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PETER’S LAST THOUGHT FOR THE NIGHT

Why does the sheer QUANTITY of people in existence at least triple around the holidays? Where the hëll did all these people come from? At least I understand the concept of whose birthday is being celebrated. People walked into the local Borders, saw that the check out line stretched from the front of the store all the way to the back, and kept saying, “Jesus Christ!”

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HE’S ON HIS WAY

Al Gore’s son, Al Gore III, was arrested for possession of pot. Last year he was arrested for driving under the influence.

All we can say is, Keep it up, AG III! If history is any barometer, this kind of behavior could be your road to the Presidency.

PAD