forward motion

Mike wasn’t up for a visit – this cold kicked his ass. I did get to see Alex and Katie this morning; we did a brief shop and I got printer ink and treats, mostly, but also toilet paper. I could have hung out more but I was just hanging on by my toenails so I was very happy to be deposited home with my unholy parcels of tasty fat and sugar.

333 words on one project and 240 on the other, so yay me I guess.

I’m going to check on the moon. Something something about an eclipse.

The news is a fucking nest of vipers, is it not?