Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Monday, March 30, 2020

Quarantine.

The Principal obviously has a sense of humor.
Or it's a desperate plea for help.

Sunday, March 29, 2020

Saturday, March 28, 2020

Shark tank.

Ta-pocketa, ta-pocketa, pocketa. Should have dead, black eyes.
He doesn't look anything like Danny Kaye.

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Sunday, March 22, 2020

Saturday, March 21, 2020

Friday, March 20, 2020

Thursday, March 19, 2020

Hare of the dag.

Rerun of the July 19, 2013 daily strip.
He's really in the soup.

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Tuesday, March 17, 2020

A gamboling we will go.

Another rerun, this time from June 18, 2013.
The market, a losing bet then and now

Sunday, March 15, 2020

Saturday, March 14, 2020

Friday, March 13, 2020

Thursday, March 12, 2020

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

Hair today gone tomorrow.

Not to split hairs. There are hairdos, and there are hair-don'ts.
Flipped her wig.

Tuesday, March 10, 2020

Monday, March 9, 2020

Sunday, March 8, 2020

DST.

Switching to Daylight Savings Time makes many people tired.
Busted.

Saturday, March 7, 2020

Friday, March 6, 2020

Thursday, March 5, 2020

Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Tuesday, March 3, 2020

The knuckleball.

He needs an off speed pitch to use as a change of pace.
It's the knee-jerk reaction that gives him away.

Monday, March 2, 2020

Requiescat in pace.

In the tradition of wiping out signs of the previous occupants.
Someday it will say Pillsbury Place when all the billionaires are  gone.

Sunday, March 1, 2020