Started work on the art for the new tattoo yesterday. It's messy, and incomplete, but I like where it's going.

Here's half of it:



I'm still hung up on whether or not it's going on the bum leg or on one of my arms. I mean, it's for the leg, but I'm starting to like the look of it. I guess it depends on the final draft.

There's other stuff that I have been doing, and plenty more that I should be doing. The furniture is ready to go (early), clothes destined for donation are packed (I kept some of my old uniforms to cannibalize), and all of my books and DVDs are boxed and ready to be handed over to somebody who needs something to read/watch (after I finish watching all the Cronenberg, natch). There are still appointments that need to be made (separation physical) and certain errands that need to be run (passport).

I'm starting to get a little (more) restless, but April 1 is still going to catch me by surprise.

I can't wait.




Things were heating up earlier this week, a preparation for precipitation. I knew it was headed our way, and the bugs knew it too. The cockroaches and ladybugs showed up before the clouds and the cold swept in. Can't sit on my porch in this tempest, can't eat my bacon and drink my beer. Of course, I also don't have to get dressed now, either.




And yes, it's finally here: