I spent the morning sitting on the beanbag chair in the living room, writing up responses to an interview that’ll be appearing on another cartoonist’s site sometime next week. Now it’s noon.
I think it’s time for me to take a shower and consider what I want to do with the day until Nick comes over for the usual weekly dragon pettings.
Oh, and speaking of which, here is an interview with Nick on the subject of… um… stuff, I guess? There isn’t really an overarching theme to it, it’s just some questions and some answers.
Also, man, it’s hard for me to get moving, even with the sun lamp. Dana and I have been kinda kicking around the idea of some kind of winter cartoonist migration, possibly with SOs, and I think I really need to see if we can make that happen next year. Because I am just fucking dead. I like Seattle but I break when the sun goes to hide.