Admittedly, another view inside my apartment isn’t very exciting. But this is where I spent the day putting final touches on future work for clients that should ease things along. Luckily everything my cat needs is automated, from feeding to playtime. (Kidding, I let her sit on my lap when I’m working.)
Redeye. Home. Showered. Edie, rubbed.
Always a hit—even with fat free cream cheese, which weirds me out a little because it seems suspect. I know, it looks gross too.
Edie, consoling the day after the root canal. She’s been getting friendlier as the years go by. Still not into being petted, but she likes to be near.
Earlier in the day: “Do your pants match your shirt?” he asked, continuing, “It’s like Garanimals.” Indeed. This describes my entire wardrobe. Related pimping: I’m really digging Lined pants.
I struggle with the temperature of light bulbs and blowing out detail. I overcompensated here, favoring white light over the warmth of incandescent bulbs, and the sky suffers with a cool blue cast. But frankly? I’m more interested in keeping the momentum of updating this long neglected journal. Also? This photo taken by my friend Brown before […]
Still glow when I see Muffins and Killface, the poodle Guardians of Time that were gifted to me some years ago.