Not Scary

This is the first year I didn’t decorate for Halloween, nor am I handing out candy. My deadline is looming and I cannot afford to spend any free time on anything else–the spouse did talk me into attending a Halloween party this weekend. It was easier to just say yes.

I’m going as the Masque of the Red Death– and my mask will be a raven’s beak with feathers. It’s last year’s unused costume that lets me celebrate my love for Poe, and mourn the Ravens performance this year that began with that shitshow in London.

3 Hours Until it’s Over

I got three hours left on this production job, and then I’m FINEETO!

The days will be mine again, giving me free time at night to get the hell off the computer.

I got to get my sci fi series ready for Patreon, remember what my spouse looks like, watch some Preacher, Orphan Black, People of Earth, and the Strain,  and OMG – I’ve got two years worth of DBZ Abridged to catch up on!

Next week is all about enrolling the youngest in art school (I can kiss that 11k I made working on this production, goodbye!), getting to the beach before the summer ends, having my annual eye exam, and lighting a fire under my future daughter-in-law’s ass to get a job. The boy makes just enough to support them but if anything happens to him (knock wood) they’re screwed.

Gratuitous cat photo from my Instagram: