Welcome to the latest update of "Saturday" the book, where everybody knows your name. You see, making your way in the world today takes everything you've got. Taking a break from all your worries sure would help a lot. Wouldn't you like to get away? Well, good news: The "Saturday" update is a place where you can be distracted, mildly entertained, and references NEVER expire or go stale, regardless of age.
The editing process continues. Slowly, but surely, it continues. Patient. Stoic. Undeterred. Like continental drift. Or that one bead of honey on the lip of the jar from the last time you were spooning honey into your tea. And now that bead is slowly making its way down the side of the jar toward the shelf, where it can finally fulfill its lifelong dream of creating a ring of sticky permanence that will attract all sorts of gross stuff that no amount of cleaning will defeat.
I guess what I'm saying is that I hope "Saturday" will have the same kind of permanence. You'll try Goo Gone and 409 in vain, but eventually you'll just have to begrudgingly accept that it's there to stay and you'll justify its presence as "character".
I don't have anything particularly interesting to show from the most recent round of edits. So, for absolutely no reason whatsoever, here's a sketch of India dressed as a Luche Libre Wrestler (a "Luchador"):
This isn't part of the story. I just did it because I thought it would be fun. And because India is the type of kid who would pretend to be in the Luche Libre. You know: A weirdo. But the endearing kind of weirdo. Not the 'talks to herself in the canned cat food isle of the grocery store and smells like doritos' kind of weirdo. More like the 'has an imaginary pet llama named Esther and wears galoshes with shorts' kind of weirdo.
What kind of weirdo are you?
(Get it? "Cheers"?)