I love the buffer.

I was up until 1:00 this morning working on class stuff. Made a lot of great progress, which is good, because the thing’s due in 8 DAYS. eek.

Dog had me up at 2:30, when she drained her water bowl, begged for more water, drank that, fought me when I tried to send her outside to pee, finally went out, peed like a racehorse (only maybe not so tall) when she finally got out there, came back in, and promptly threw up most of the water on the rug.

To be honest, throughout all this I’d quite forgotten that today was Tuesday and I had a comic to post. For what little (4.5 hours) sleep I got last night I spent most of it dreaming about PHP programming and about work — no pressure there. But since I’d managed to slog together a few half-assed comics (no, not my best work) into a buffer during vacation, I didn’t *have* to worry, and that was a feeling I’d missed.

Goal one when all this is over (in 9 DAYS! eek.) is to rebuild my buffer into at least two months. And hell, if I get that done, maybe I’ll even go to a three-day-a-week schedule. But no promises. There’s no guarantee I’ll make it through the next eight days with these shreds of my sanity in tact.

ps. a quick thank-you to ideaphile Jamie, who sent me some fan art in April when I’d put up a call for it – your art’s finally going to be run a week from now. And believe you me, I’m glad it’s there for me to run!

Happy happy!

Today is a special day for four reasons:

  • I got my new graphics software in the mail.
  • Today’s the first day of my 10-day vacation from work.
  • Today is JessieDog’s x+4 birthday – four years ago today we adopted her from the Chester County SPCA, where she had no tags, no collar, no owner, a bladder infection, and a cold. She’s feeling much better now. :)
  • Today marks the fifth anniversary of the day that Nighthawk and I were married.

The last one is the most beautiful. Five years ago I thought that I could never be as happy as I was that day, but every year that we’ve been together has compounded that happiness into something stronger than it was the year before. I love being Nathaniel Gibson’s wife, and I love him more than I could possibly express in words, let alone in words typed out on a blog.