Edie, lofty

Edith now likes to get up in the loft when she’s wandering the Depot and watch everyone work from above. Related image from my old apartment.

One last push

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.)

Rubs

Redeye. Home. Showered. Edie, rubbed.

Chili dip

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.

Lined pants

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.

Flurried

The flurries were promising, but alas, no real accumulation. One animal didn’t mind the winter chill, or that I worked from home.

It’s cold

It’s cold. Plus also? It snowed.

Masterminding