It's beautiful out there, but cold. I cooked at the flat for the first time last night and managed not to set anything on fire. I'm back at work. I have a storage unit for stuff that won't go into the flat (Suzy, the daybed, the comics, my drawing board). Not to worry on the drawing board, though -- turns out one of Staples' bog standard desks is made of tempered glass this season. So, not only have I got a new desk that makes me feel like a supervillain and offers endless comedic cat-sliding opportunities, but it also doubles as rather a good light table.
I'm stroking it and going bwa-ha-ha-ha as I type this.
