this morning was like butter
It's almost eleven and I'm still in my bathrobe –– never a good look unless people are calling you Hawkeye. In fairness, I spent the morning working on the following ...
- a new tinyletter, cigar-tin stories number 22
- a post about ugly daikon (a poster about a poem, inserted into a magazine)
- listing my secret sharer
- listing new library card art
