I would very much have liked to go to SPX this weekend down in Bethesda, but alas, such was not meant to be. Primus, I found out about it Far Too Late, as in two days prior. Secundus, being a person of challenged abilities (i.e., I done myself a mischief), I need time to prepare for such excursions, like make sure I have a place to fall over and hook myself up to pain-killing devices, and make sure I have a wheelchair I can use. No one wants to see me, much less talk with me, after I’ve walked with a cane for any significant distance, trust me. So I guess I’ll have to wait until an event comes along I can arrange to attend. It’ll happen eventually.
Oh well. Hey, look! Comic!
I geuss that gives new meaning to the old cliche’ “I feel like toast.”