So it occurs to me I should let you know I’m alive.
It’s just Cheese! Penguins! Wife!
Which in our house is the way to say “I’m going nuts.”
I’m really late on all deadlines. The pred prescription is held up, and benadryl messes me up. (Is held up. We changed insurance. Things are being weird, yo.) So I can take benadryl and not work because I feel drunk, or not take benadryl and itch all night and not sleep.
BUT I’m finishing the refargain Barbarella script before my editor trusses me like a goose or something, because I’m holding the team up.
And then Father Murphy needs to finish fighting demons.
Posts…. later. Sorry.
Yes, there are tells of mid-journey art. BUT the robot looks like I’m feeling. Like it’s spinning in place AND falling apart.