The photos: go live on Instagram as I edit them and appear here in digest form every Sunday, with descriptive alt tags and additional commentary.
Not pictured: more UNCANNY X-MEN, of course. I'm at the start of Chris Claremont's run now, and things are starting to look a hell of a lot more familiar.
It's finally warm enough to spend more than thirty seconds outside at a stretch! Murchie's a total outdoorsdog come summertime, so y'all can expect lots more outdoor photos of him in the near future (unless the Weather Gods turn against us again).
Last week we spent some time on the back stoop, THE QUEEN OF THE NIGHT in hand. It kept pretending it was right on the cusp of being an awesome, amazing, can't-put-it-down-oh-gods-oh-gods novel, but it never made good on that promise. I gave it 260 pages, convinced something with heaps of word of mouth-fueled hype behind it had to be worth the effort, but I never transitioned from mildly interested to actively engaged. Most of the time, I was flat out bored.
I'm bored even thinking about it, to be perfectly frank, so that's all I'm gonna say about that.