Being in a cage with Plushie much of the day is surprisingly exhausting

Don’t get me wrong, it’s no fun for Plushie either.I don’t blame him for barking his head off when we leave him alone in there, but even with a husband pillow for support, the back strain from sitting in there does not make my mind sharp. Nor does having even less privacy in the early morning than when Wisp accompanies me downstairs. As I said last week, the morning is now TYG, Wisp, Trixie and Plushie and it’s much harder to get my head in the game.

Like last week, not much got accomplished. A lot of it was work for The Local Reporter so it’s paying, if nothing else. But I hate getting so little of my own work done. The article on Chapel Hill’s short-term rentals ordinance probably isn’t much interest outside city limits but my article on HonorBridge, an organ-procurement organization for transplant hospitals, is pretty cool. Below you can see a startlingly realistic dummy from their simulation room, where they train staff to keep brain-dead corpses viable for transplants.Over at Atomic Junk Shop I looked at a warden who does a sloppy job caging super-villains and a couple of ridiculous scenes from Daredevil.The Trapster’s paste is strong enough to hold the Thing. Nail polish is not going to remove it but apparently artist Gene Colan didn’t know that.

I did manage to get back into the swing of exercise and stretching, which is good — I really can’t afford to slack off on that stuff.

Tiring and frustrating overall. Plushie is making excellent progress but it’ll be two and a half weeks before he’s out of the cage. I do not intend to wait that long to be productive. Wish me luck delivering on that.

#SFWApro.