With the funeral of Mithandir's dear aunt, and having to take care of our cat, Ithildin, who fell ill and nearly died (from the same stuff we lost a kitten to a couple months ago), we have been a tad swamped. Things are settling down a bit now, and we've resumed work on comic. Apologies for keeping you waiting, a normal schedule should be in effect from monday onwards.

We had cake together, last week. Well, she did, with some friends. I'd only dropped by on my way home from work and wasn't staying long enough for cake. I helped close the umbrella, though, and set her wheelchair facing the view.
She wasn't as clear as she had been a few days earlier, but then they'd increased the morphine dose, so she was bound to be a bit less coherent.

I went by again on Sunday, with Alien. She'd only just woken up and was a bit groggy, breathing like an old steam train. She was a bit rambling, but then she was bound to be drowsy, right? She'd only woken up.

We talked. I tried to do most of the talking because she had trouble doing so. We talked about the baby to come, and how it'd be born a bit before her birthday. When we left I said that if she was a good girl, she could be the godmother (we're not religious, but shrug).

Wednesday morning at a bit before 2 AM, my aunt died in her sleep, surrounded by friends.

Rest well, Tante Reintje. You fought bravely, and in my view the cancer didn't win: it only got a draw.

Sorry about delays, but with recent developments (see comic and "big news" below) we are naturally a bit overwhelmed. Cause we were three months in without knowing, there's a heap of stuff that needs to be done in a bit of a hurry so comic is a bit late. We'll have one up friday. Probably.