Today Taylor and I are moving. Yesterday we bustled to and from our new apartment with bags of clothes and boxes of books, trying to prepare for the big guns coming this morning. By ‘big guns’ I mean ‘my dad who has moved like a jillion times’.
Taylor stayed up into the wee hours of the morning, and got up when those hours were still pretty decidedly wee. It’s only 7:15, and my brain is still struggling to comprehend why we didn’t finish all this stuff a week ago.
Instead of writing today, here are a couple of sketchy comics. Enjoy!