A gray afternoon.

Man, it’s hard to be grumpy when your evening consists of a stage production of H.P. Lovecraft’s The Call of Cthulhu, followed by performing with a local burlesque troupe.

But I’m doing a pretty good job of it.

I’m still going to work on That Thing, and update my writing schedule.

But I will be petulant about it!

Petulant also sounds like the name of an Elder God.

Or a good cat’s name.