Traveling is a relentless, winged, snake-like beast. It injects venom into your free time, and makes it all gross-looking. Now that I’m home for a few days, I’m going to do my best to build up a buffer of comics before the final leg of my October travels.

Now that I think about it, since my travels have had so many “legs”, I suppose referring to it as a winged, snake-like beast isn’t really apropos; it’s more like some sort of wyvern-like beast.

What’s a wyvern? It’s a winged, snake-like beast, but with legs.