I have a Plan. It is grand, unrealistic and impossible for me to keep up for more than a month, but it is a plan. The Plan is to publish a comic bi-weekly. This plan will work because I already have 02 ready and 03 is getting close.
When those two are published I have no idea what will happen, but we will see when the time comes.

Monday was Moving Day. The movers, two elderly worker types who usually does misc jobs at the Bach Group, arrived a bit past ten and we got started. Everything went went fine, the odd scratch disregarded, until the last load were unloaded in the courtyard of our new appartment complex when the movers suddenly left us.
With two wardrobes, two beds and a couch still standing in the open and us artist types severly out of strength and a bit puzzeled about how to move all this shit up two flights of very narrow stairs.

In the end, after calling some people who were a lot closer but also a lot less responsive, my dad came by and helped move the last stuff. Without him I don’t know what we would have done, so thank you for the help. Seriously.