I’m in Maine now, for the summer, and it is really, really humid, up here. If moisture was commas, then Maine would be like the last sentence, that’s how humid it is. Now, this humidity is both bad and good. On one hand, I might as well be making these comics with oil paint with how long it takes the ink to dry, but on the other hand when my dog jumped on this comic it sprung right back into shape, so I guess that kind of evens things out.