Britt Coxon @brittcoxon@mastodon.art

Glimpses of Spring.

It's film night. Quick, what should we stream?

Making coffee: nice process, easy steps, satisfying outcome. Feels like science or potion.

Drinking coffee: satisfying taste and smell, nice feeling of wakefulness. Feels like self care.

After drinking coffee: too awake, brain no quiet, no stop. Feels like regret.

This 1 year old.

Colourful finger foods for Robin.

Family Lego legacy. Now to find the wheels that went with them. Little metal connectors as I recall.

Went to see the boats.

Relax, the destination isn't all that important, is it?
I made some new music.

https://brittcoxon.bandcamp.com/track/sunroof

Made a bandcamp. Told nobody.

https://brittcoxon.bandcamp.com/

I made a music.

Trollbooth: https://soundcloud.com/paperbritt/trollbooth

Mikkeller. 0.3%

Any tips on trying to run a small business with a 10 month old during lockdown?

Unrelated to previous post, disposing of batteries while trying not to go anywhere due to a pandemic seems impossible.

It's hard to function without the routines, shortcuts and structures I spent years building up. Some days I feel like I'm just drifting along, others like I'm being catapulted through. I've started building new coping strategies but I've not found the right ones yet.

I don't know if it's the IVF, the pregnancy or the emergency c section but every time I get my period now my ovaries feel like golf balls. My whole abdomen visibly swells up.

I hear it's #hourlycomicday - here's part 1 of my semi hourly comics.

There is nothing wrong with a gender neutral toilet. These spaces tend to have their own loo, sink, mirror, hand drier and locking door. https://www.gov.uk/government/consultations/toilet-provision-for-men-and-women-call-for-evidence/toilet-provision-for-men-and-women-call-for-evidence

10 months.

Operation 90s LEGO is go.

In primary school we couldn't go play until our lunch trays were clear. A regular meal was gammon and a pineapple ring. It was so salty and chewy it would make me retch. I used to hide it, half chewed in my mouth until dismissed, then spit it down the toilet.