In the end Sef Joosten comes through in a big way, covering my ass with a guest comic very like himself: handsome and funny in equal parts.

I’ve been on my ass with a fever, etc., for most of this week, and was under the impression I was gonna fall back on a gracious guest comic from my talented former partner-in-crime, Mr. Sef Joosten, but he appears to have fallen off the earf.  So tomorrow I will make it up to you. Somehow.

This week’s big donors can fight over who gets which thank-you scribble, both of which harken back to simpler times.