I DID IT!
I have housing! It could use a bit of tweaking, one more friend who could host me for like, May 19-20 would be nice, but shit. I did so much panicking. I still feel anxious, and like, I dunno. Nosing around for the next thing to freak out about so I can make sure to arrive empty-handed everywhere?
Yes, what am I going to do about host presents? I’d like to give Foxglove another bit of leathercraft, and Coyote a bag of eucalyptus leaves and maybe a jar of Vegemite if I’m doing a non-carryon. (I hope not, it’s gonna be annoying enough shlepping two heavy carryons all over the Northeast.)
I suppose I could paint some canvas board? That’d pack better than canvases! One for the Pompilis, one for the Nolans, one for Doompuppy. I’m actually really excited about painting something for Doompuppy. If I want to round out “plz stop being mad at me”, I could also finally do that ink drawing of skeletons in gorgeous garb decomposing, for J & K’s wedding present. Not sure if I’m going to see them, but I could literally put it in their mailbox?
WHAT to paint the Pompilis- all their cats, like I wanted to gently nudge Shoshana towards? Might be cute. I could do a monster, or something horror-themed for Naomi. “An excellent painting to get trapped in,” perhaps? And the Nolans, hmm. Californian sunset, maybe with a view of the Bay.
Still, I should be proud of myself and clean my damn room. It makes me so anxious when it’s this dirty, but I still spend all day there, barely leaving my bed. I need to figure out a daytime writing spot, quick. Why the hell not out on the patio? You can even bring your vape pen.
Ramsay is in hardcore cuddle mode, or at least as close as he gets now that he’s in the Bay Area. Apparently if it’s above 50 degrees, there’s no need to be a lapcat, but it is acceptable to shove a large part of your back against the arm or thigh of whoever’s sitting in the left part of the couch. Usually that’s Mom, who’s only started acknowledging his existence a few months ago. Jerk.