8:30 am. Garden kittens have stormed the house and laid claim to my bed, ruffling around playfully between the sheets. I haven't the heart or energy to chase them out. Fresh coffee in hand fails to disperse sleep from my eyes as a I plan the day ahead:
Finish inking TSG09p24 – 12 more pages to go on the final chapter of THE SOLAR GRID.
Shave face.
Look after dad.
Tomorrow I need to finish most of the branding work on PROJECT FUNNYCULT, run a couple errands, including a much-dreaded Ikea run. I'd really hoped to avoid Ikea upon the move to Cairo, which I hoped to avoid upon the move to Cairo, but I don’t have the time or patience to comb through the city’s endless shopping clusters for a couple of basics. A negligible betrayal only if it were my first since being here.
RESTRICTED FREQUENCY #225 goes out around midnight. Its title: Anything But The Art! 😱
