A bad pic of good boys

I have this phone thing, which apparently takes photos and then sends them elsewhere. Which is a means to an end, I guess, and it's probably possible to take better photos than this, if I practise. Though obviously not of better subjects. (The boys and I had been sharing the sofa, while I read Robert Charles Wilson and munched toast with fig jam. Then I wandered off, and the boys remained. Almost together, almost...)

Picspams!

Even better boys: Baz came to see what I was up to, and then went back to the sofa. Where Mac was...



And here's my desk, with laptop and letter for scale:



Deploy cat-flaps! (Barry not to scale)

His oily appendages

Some days you eat the desk; some days, the desk eats you.

Today I am apparently not working. I have shopped a little, and read quite a lot, and fussed extensively over my desk. This must be a symptom of the Whole New Chaz, because it's not really like me; mostly I am someone who puts up with the way things are. I'm not one to fuss over cleaning and polishing and care. And yet, I have diligently worked away with lemon oil and the edge of a credit card, and I have removed all the stickers and decals bar one which just won't come (Amnesty International, what were you thinking?); and I have walked to the hardware store to check out removers and they didn't have Goo Gone but they did have Goof Off, and that just scared me utterly with its talk of safety goggles and gloves, so I thought I'd just keep on oiling and picking for a while though I am not a notoriously patient man; and I have oiled and buffed one of the cat-flaps not to its own satisfaction - I think it would go on drinking oil for ever - but to a cheerful shine none the less and let's be honest, I'm really quite impressed with myself.

Except for the not-working thing, of course. I just, there's nothing there today. I don't have a project, I don't have a contract, I'm not really sure I have a publisher at the moment; that probably doesn't help. Also whole new country, whole new Chaz, etc. I should probably give it time. I should probably go and do something about dinner. But, yeah. I don't like the not-working, but.

*reaches for lemon oil*