Dec 12 2018
Written in 2022:
It’s the smell of wood smoke and fireplaces cast out into the winter air, cinnamon brooms and vague hearth warmth. I taste it on my tongue and it brings things back with it. It took me years to get out of that wretched slump I was in after doing delivery. It still tugs something to the surface now, four years after this comic and five years after leaving that job. I get nervous around Christmas and I plan most of my Christmas shopping and shipping so that things will not be arriving around the holiday peak times.