The scars of an aviator
Well … crap. The ‘rona finally got me. Or I got it. Let’s say, we got each other. Son A got it too. Son B and wife are negative so far, but we all know how it goes. I have a whole range of symptoms, but so far it’s not too bad. But then I’m only on day 1 since the first diagnosis. Anyway, I’ll try and stay positive! No, wait …
Anyway, about today’s strip: As a cartoon artist, my life isn’t quite as rugged and hazardous as the one of an aviator. Ailments consist of deteriorating eyes and pain in the shoulder or elbow. But I once got myself a paper cut in my office … in the eye! Yikes! I bent down to pick something up underneath a table, and when I got up again, I cut myself right on my eye lens on the corner of a sheet of paper that hung over the edge of the table. After the first panic and a quick visit to the optometrist, it turned out not to be as bad as it sounded. Fortunately, the cut wasn’t very deep and it healed within a few days.
Obviously, this particular scenario could never happen to Chuck, because he is always wearing his sunglasses for protection!