Well, thank you, Tarks---I missed you, too.
We got back around four this afternoon after a great week. We were staying in a place called Sao Raphael, just outside Albufeira. The sun shone most of the time and I ate quite a few olives and drank several cold beers. The fabulous beach restaurant I mentioned after last year's trip was as good as ever. On a couple of evenings, we sat outside on the balcony, eating cuttlefish, drinking wine and watching the sun go down on the ocean, forty yards way. As night fell, the lights of fishing boats began to twinkle on the Atlantic. That was around Drambuie Time. Magical.
I didn't write a single script, I laughed a lot and I never even felt like punching my daughter's boyfriend. I guess that's as good as it gets. Tomorrow, I start writing cartoons again for a living.
But that's tomorrow...