Nasty anxiety dreams last night. The usual: I was at a con, nobody had any time for me, people kept blaming me for every little thing, and I finally blew up in a public and embarrassing fashion.

Meanwhile, in our own semblance of reality... Been obsessively watching the task queue at work over the weekend. It keeps bouncing between 0 and 20. That's a good sign we're not Finished, and a bad sign about us having any work this week. It's fine, I might just take all my remaining PTO, make a little vacation of it, and work over Christmas.

Eyes are holding steady. That's not surprising. These retinal... things sound more like a five-year danger than a one-week danger. Still not sure how to wrangle an optometry appointment from a different network into a referral, and not looking forward to the co-pays starting to stack up if I have to go see my PCP over this. Whatever, it's "just money."

So yeah, generally intact, but something in my brain won't quite let me rest. At least it's been a good distraction from the social stuff I was beating myself up over *last* month.

Parallax still good. No real script progress, but Peg and I had a great creative jam yesterday and figured out a really endearing angle for one of the supporting characters. It'll make the Mixolyne ("fungus hippies") side feel a little bit more like a queer family, and that's exactly what I wanted to double down on.

Also, Peg's latest spread of an alien city is stark and weird and gorgeous. I can't wait for everybody to see it in context.