If it hasn’t been apparent in these comics, the last 3-4 weeks I’ve been feeling pretty down. Oddly enough, because so many bad things have happened over such a short amount of time, it’s made me more numb than upset. Numb enough that I haven’t been as devastatingly depressed as I could be.

But this today, well, I felt really bad when I saw the dead bird. I felt somewhat responsible for his death, even though rationally, I know I’m not. It wouldn’t matter if I’d bought this house or not, he’d still would have flown into that window and died.