Alien Romance, the daily comic strip

It's frost outside. Ugh. I'm in a huge amount of cold-induced pain, and cuddling up to the space heater isn't easing that. Just going to be a miserable day, I guess. Today would be a good day for solitude, but I won't be getting any of that.

I have a backlog of daily comics I drew on paper; I haven't been able to get to a place where I could photograph them well. It's not as easy as when I do them digitally. But my laptop continues to limp along, and I need it for my graphic novel.

A friend invented a Star Trek RPG character who she described as an "apex predator" and I was having fun making jokes about the character being bitey like Typhoon. My cat's full name is Miss Typhoon F. Bites, and while I figured at the time that it was just a kitten thing, nope, she continues to cheerfully bite. I'm feeling a little bitey myself - not cheerfully like an animal with a warped sense of play, but more like a wounded animal with trust issues.

But I have a bunch of adult things to do today. I was hoping to get around to some preliminary yardwork - my neighbor has his garden beds laid out already with neat paths and piles of mulch - but I'm putting it off. Burn season is almost over. I think it ends in late March. Missed it again. Oh well.