1) I am writing this note from a hotel room in Edmonton. With great good luck, I shall not be spending Christmas in this room.
2) I am writing this note from my parents' house. It only took me two days to get here.
I hope you're all having great holidays, despite the appalling weather. See (some of) you in the new year.
P.S.: I'm most certainly dreaming of a white Christmas.
|Wednesday, December 24, 2008|
|Panel 1: An
unshaven, exhausted Rahim has been discharged from the hospital and
wheeled outside in a wheelchair. It's snowing. Marie is there with him,
Marie: Merry Christmas. You look terrible.
Rahim: Nausea...inadequate pain pills...
Panel 2: A nurse waves goodbye as Marie wheels Rahim away from the hospital doors.
Marie: Come on...let's find a taxi. It may take a while, what with the weather suddenly going all seasonal.
Panel 3: Rahim, wearing a cap and a scarf, a crutch under one arm, comes to a realisation about his current appearance.
Panel 4: Rahim smiles brightly and sarcastically while pressing a hand to his heart.
Rahim: God bless us, every one!
Marie: Just couldn't resist, could you?
Alt-Text: Rahim looks a bit more like the Hamburglar than he does like Tiny Tim there, but you've got to appreciate the attempt.
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