#635: WFH

on March 24, 2025

It’s Spring Break ’round these parts, and Momo’s sixth sense for the precise time I’ve started working has only gotten more powerful with eleven years of practice. No matter the lead time, she always needs me exactly when I’ve changed gears from farting around to actually needing to use my brain. Her tactics are only getting more sophisticated, too; today she brought me a big jug of chocolate syrup to ‘ask if I wanted some’ (??) and then oh-so-coincidentally decided to use it for herself when I turned her down.

At this point, I feel we’re only getting out of it by the natural attrition of, one day soon, temporarily becoming too uncool for her to want my validation.

(Hopefully only temporarily.)

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Just a reminder that you can now pre-order Motherlover anywhere you normally buy books! <3

 

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TRANSCRIPT
(Six textless panels of Lindsay farting around at the computer, eating and watching YouTube, playing games, doomscrolling. In the last two panels Lindsay is stretching and then settling down to work, typing ‘Th_’ before Momo appears, in silhouette with shining eyes, behind the chair.)