Kittens! (Patreon)

Turns out I just don’t have enough for a good sketchbook dump, so enjoy a selection of pics from the kittens (and mom cat) my mother rescued.

The kitten arrival aligned almost exactly with the 4-week stretch when my Botox cycle resets, and I’m largely useless while saving up energy for my next shot at wellness. Can you imagine the GUILT?!?! I wanna do more to get the babies socialized for eventual adoption, and the most I can muster is averaging a visit every other day, after the people of the office where they’re being fostered have left (talking hurts me), and spending an hour to try to get them to both eat dinner and play despite full tummies.

I’m giving every spoon I have to the living things in my life, and there’s nothing left after. It’s a good use of my resources, but a human is supposed to have significantly more resources available!

Anyway, so much is languishing cuz if I have the energy to write updates, I damn well better use it on something more important. Follow my Twitter - @chrispco - cuz the best you get is me blurting status updates out in short bursts of lucidity. (Yes, this accurately implies I’m not lucid during longer bursts. Any time you see me write more than two paragraphs I’m in a quasi-fugue state and letting the algorithms in my brain autopilot out ideas that were percolating in there. It’s not elegant. That’s my life. Superhuman effort, but it’s a C- result. Sorry!)

This last stretch always gets me. “What if the injections fail and I blow it???” I don’t handle it elegantly. It’s a lot of sitting in my bedroom, to avoid muscle triggers, and making PLANS for all the things I wanna do and catch up on when it does work. (And, note to self, next time you get great results, don’t try to do your entire list the first day your body feels right.)