no rest for the wicked or the self-employed

Smol Panther: "HUMAN. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Me: "Working."

Smol Panther: "I SAID NO WORKING UNTIL THE ANTIBIOTICS KICKED IN AND YOU STOP BEING TOO DIZZY TO GET OUT OF BED. DO I HAVE TO SIT ON YOU AGAIN, LIKE YESTERDAY?"

Me: "No rest for the wicked or the self-employed."

Smol Panther: "TAKE A SICK DAY OR I WILL BITE YOU."

Me: "I don't get sick days. Working from bed is as close as it gets."

Smol Panther: "FINE. BUT I WILL SUPERVISE. AND IF YOU GET OUT OF BED I WILL BITE YOUR TOES."

(So I probably don't have consumption even if I do look like it in that photo from yesterday, but my lungs have been colonized by aliens and anything that involves being upright is... not really happening right now. Which means orders from the sale are going out SUPER slowly, and we won't be doing an Instant Gratification session because, well, first I have to make up all of these open edition earrings and that's gonna take a while at the rate I'm moving. Instead I'm going to extend the sale through the weekend and shove some more stuff into clearance every so often, and if I'm working on a custom piece for you I'm really sorry but it's going to be a few days before I can go back to the workbench without risking losing a toe or three to Smol Panther.)



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