Finally, I got to read Kingdom Come. I agree with the hype: it’s not just one of the best Justice League stories ever written, but actually one of the best superhero stories ever. And as icing on the cake, there’s that glorious Alex Ross art to please the eye. Amazing story, kick-ass art — if this is not perfection, then nothing is.

Anyway, about the weekend: bad news and good.

Saturday started okay. The morning was cold, the air pleasant and tasted clean and innocent. I was up before 5 a.m. and watched a Punisher episode in the dark before coffee, and was looking forward to the day. Then mid-morning while I was doing a little laundry I got a text message informing me that a workmate is down with the flu, and that I will carry her workload for the week. Suddenly I was looking at a long workweek ahead, which actually made me dread Monday even more. Shit.

Worse, the news also made me feel shitty while attending the Star Wars-themed family day at my daughter’s school in the afternoon.

But then Sunday the pendulum swung: our visas for our Planned Big Trip in April have been approved. So, unless something really bad happens between today and the day of our departure, we’ll be seeing Cherry Blossoms in two months’ time. All I need to do now is save cash, stay healthy, and survive these predictably rotten workweeks ahead of me.