I'm feeling pretty relaxed right now, because I got a day off of work seven days ago, and boy was it wonderful! People should have one day off EVERY seven days! Or even two, except that two days off of work would be ridiculous. Anyway, here I thought I was going to go a full stretch of thirty-four days of work and resting on the thirty-fifthday, but then on day twenty-four my absolutely wonderful car, Lizzie, decided I need a break, so she stopped functioning and convinced by weekday boss to give me day twenty-five off. Well, not entirely off. I did see one client within walking distance for one hour, and then I took a three hour walk. (My first day of being fully off in more than thirty-four days is Sunday, and then I'm told I'll get 1-2 of those every other week.) I spent most of the rest of the day playing with my cats or sitting in my brand new used recliner reading about Darwin, and contemplating how I can start more efficiently use my leisure time. And the day after my day off, I spontaneously drove to Target to buy a vacuum cleaner that's on sale! With this and my recliner combined, I can make my apartment suitable for human habitation!

I just have a couple new pictures to post. I also do have some sketches not to post, where I experimented with some fancy new techniques that all the remotely competent artists use, and I just might finish them.

In other news, tomorrow night I will be visited by a young man who I would consider to be my brother-from-another-mother. Only that's not technically acurate, seeing as how we're from the same mother. But I will not let this unfortunate accident of birth interfere with enjoying a night with my brother-from-another-mother-who's-really-from-my-mother.