Sanctuary is Where The Kaiju Waits

A massive new – FREE! – desk, The Kaiju, obtained thanks to being married to somebody who works with somebody who birthed somebody who works at a bank that’s overhauling their office decor in favor of something more modern and/or cohesive.

As The Kaiju fit through only one door in the house – and through that one door only by divorcing the door from its hinges – it, The Kaiju, has decreed that a section of the old paint shop will be my new office, my new Sanctum.

And so waits the Kaiju, stacked, not only for me to wrap my head around how to turn an 8×10 section of the shop into my new Sanctum but how to reconcile saying farewell to the little upstairs nook that has been my creative home for the last seven years, for better or for worse. But, while my brain has been inventing all sorts of fuckeries to prevent my transplantation, I’m nonetheless hopeful that it will relent as the new space becomes more concrete – it must, for The Kaiju doesn’t do stairs.