We found a beautiful home, one big enough for Erik to have his own studio and a writing/meditation room all to myself as well. Erik had his room set up, complete with artwork on walls and Star Wars paraphernalia on the shelves, within five minutes of moving in. Just today I finally moved my little desk to where I want it, the room is filled with boxes, and it will probably remain a dump until the year 2035, but it won't be for my lack of effort. I'm not sure I'll ever recover from this exhaustion and that's just the way it's gonna be. My laptop found a tiny bit of spare space on my desk and my fingers seem to be working in spite of the mess, so I don't see a problem here.
Anyhoo, I get to go fold some laundry (not being sarcastic here, I've been doing laundry at a goddamn laundromat for seven years, and I finally have the equipment in-house an I'm stoked!), so enjoy a few pictures as a mea culpa for the incessant rambling you just managed to wade through.