Some people compare Hagar the Horrible to the flu. The Hagar feeling happens sometime after Christmas and before Easter. It begins with a sensation that things are different with the feeling than they were before it came to mind. Or, you consider if it’s something else, like you do with the flu: Is it really the flu or a cold? Over the course of a day or so, you wonder if it’s really something to do with Hagar, or just maybe the bread you made a sandwich with may have been a bit moldy, but you didn’t notice or chose to ignore it. At any rate, after a few days, you have to face the fact that the feeling imposes itself on your daily routine, not exactly interfering, but making its presence tangible. You look forward to the weekend on the water, sailing off shore, where you’ve temporarily left daily burdens until your return. And then it happens: A motor catamaran approaches. An ancient Viking, (or a state of the art clone, which would suggest that ‘state of the art’ in Viking cloning is about as reliable as the Space Shuttle, which usually works, but not always.) is in the bow calling the Hagar faithful to another year’s ritual to begin the sailing season. And you follow him to shore and join in, helpless to resist. It was the Hagar feeling all over again.