flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Not the cocaine-fueled musical, actual cats. Or, well, a painting of actual cats.
I did not have sufficient brain for a new tarot card this week, but I got to give my friends their Chanukah gifts finally, which means I can show everyone else to painting of the Hyggehaus clowder I made for their devoted cat dad and then decided needed to be an album cover. Chip is the tuxedo, Bentley is the mini panther, Moonie is the toasted marshmallow, and Leia is the round little otter – I’m currently thinking that Chip is the frontman, Moonie is the kooky drummer, Bentley is the low key reliable bass player, and Leia is lead guitar because whatever’s happening she’s in charge. I’m open to disagreements, though.
Places to buy stuff!
Did I miss something? I think that’s everything.
What’s making me happy this week:
Went to a sort-of-kind-of high school reunion meetup (long story) and unusually for a social gathering where I barely knew people I actually had fun. It helps that a Vanguard reunion skews heavily to nerds and oddballs 😉