Goodnight Opus

Sunday always calls for jazz on satellite radio, a pot of hazelnut coffee, and the newspaper. I struggle through the headlines, wondering if the potpourri of pathos and pain is the true signal that the end of civilization is near, and then I escape to the comics for relief. Alas, one of my favorite strips ended today, but the delightful last scene exceeded expectation.The final panel of Opus appeared at humanesociety.org/opus. There was Opus, snuggled soundly in bed as the little old lady whispered “Hush.” Goodnight moon. Goodnight Opus.Now, if Doonesbury or Mallard Fillmore even hint of ending their strips, I’m canceling my newspaper subscription. Non Sequitur and Pickles just can’t balance the news. Word of the Day:Potpourri: ORIGIN early 17th cent. (denoting a stew made of different kinds of meat): from French, literally ‘rotten pot.’