The Bloody Doors Off

I have a long-standing love of comic books.

Granted, I have a pile on the shelf of my desk that I haven’t read in months.

But I plan on getting back to it.

No, seriously.

Anyway, the store opened back up (in their new Queen Street West location) this week because we’re finally in Phase One of reopening.

I think Auggie was more excited by the trip than I was to look at comic book covers again.

Still. It felt good to get out.

Noticed several stores had long lines to get in; near as I can tell, they’re deeply discounting their product to get customers back.

But I, of course, am burying the lead.

I’m still reeling.

I should’ve done due diligence.

I know better.

Could’ve shut this down with one well-placed email or phone call.

And I was planning on that money to help with my teeth.

Now I can just afford the exam and consult.

Any plans to make this better have to go on hold.

I gotta learn to trust my gut.

I turned down work because I assumed I was going to be too busy, what with three concurrent contracted jobs.

None of which are bringing in massive hours.

Yet.

I turned it down because I assumed.

I didn’t listen to my gut.

And I like being busy.

Banner fucking week.