Dispatches From Tanganyika

We were hoping Deano could come home today but he had some bleeding from the amputation site overnight, so they're keeping him one more night for observation. I truly appreciate all the Etsy sales, donations, and good wishes.

I'm sitting in my living room watching the cats play with a plastic skeleton hand. One month from today, I must be out of my house due to foreclosure. It's stressful, but Grey has been making the process as smooth as possible for me, going to superhuman lengths to help me set up my new studio/office in the space we're going to share (a small duplex, the studio half of which is unfinished). So I will try not to have a heart attackackackack (you ought to know by now). I worry more about how the cats will adjust than how I will; some of them will be moving in with us, some with my mother and her four dogs, and they'll all hate it at first, anyway. At least the snakes don't care where they are as long as they're warm.

There are new NOLA Crosses for sale at PZBART, and other things too.