0081 — Ray's Language Center (Patreon)

(This strip is not the beginning of a storyline.) (Also, I apologize but the noontime bloopers version of the weekly strip will return next week, please read below.)

Dear Reader,

It is exactly one day until our wedding. I currently have one shoe on, and am about to rush out to clip table and altar flowers from a local nursery. I have to pick up three dozen cheese and onion knackwurst from Gartner's, for the appetizer station. Then a dozen local fruit pies. I have to soak my head in frozen water to give the impression that I have slept. I forgot to eat dinner last night because of a very salty hamburger at lunchtime. We are picking up ten eight-foot tables with an aircraft-carrier-size Dodge Ram pickup truck a friend rented through something called Trulio or whatever. There are parents, friends, staff, and the long-lost sitting on airplanes on tarmacs across the country. I apologize for not having a really great paragraph, or In-Universe / Author's Tier version of the strip this week. These things will all return next week, when I am a married man!