Ah, Sunday morning! To hear Johnny Cash (or Ray Stevens) tell it, one should be feeling alone right now. I’m not, even as I am, so to speak.

Sunrise, coffee, a morning cigar, and a perusal of the (usually slow) news of the world. Sunday is generally the only day worth reading a hard-copy newspaper anymore and, then, only one section:

I’ll add that, today, in these four strips, there’s a high degree of political incorrectness and a touch of rebelliousness. Almost as refreshing as coffee.

Happy Sunday morning, world.

P