So this time I thought I'd make it really easy on myself, by just doing one panel representing each hour, instead of a little story each time. Not a good plan. There's just not enough interest or continuity, at least not the way I was doing it; I still suspect with more thought it could've worked.
And, of course, I had a funeral to go to. I had intended to show that hour, somehow. But I didn't know that the reception would take such a large part of the day (I'm glad, as it was a very very necessary and good thing) and in the end it just felt wrong to put any of this in a comic.
But I'd started with the morning, and decided I had to carry on even with this massive hole in the middle and even with my dissatisfaction with the whole thing. My heart just wasn't in it, though, and the drawings are more terrible than usual. Why did I feel so compelled to finish?
Might just give it a miss next year!