In other news, I finished off a couple of freelance gigs last night, freeing me up to visit my super-swell gal this weekend without any deadlines floating over my head. Also, I picked up a lead on what might be my most rewarding freelance gig yet, artistically and financially, so keep your various free danglers crossed for me, kids.
Out I go to brave the crazy-ass winter storm that appeared out of nowhere last night. We may end up with the most snow since the late '90s by the time the weekend arrives; luckily, I'll be in the hospitable tropical surroundings of St. Paul by Friday.
Memo to my head: any time you'd like to stop producing several metric tons of mucus an hour would work well with my schedule.