Being nocturnal as I am, I did not arise until about 2 PM local time. Things turned weird almost immediately, and I found myself frustrated and unhappy. My Sweetheart (i.e. Mrs. Grant Rhymes) suggested we go out. We went to an old favorite restaurant with four-legged otherkin, had terrible service and mildly disappointing food, but tipped the server anyway since she was working on a holiday. The manager is a decent young fellow, so I expressed our disappointment mildly. He understood, gave us a slight discount, and we remain on good terms.
Sweetheart was right. I needed to get out. I tend to be solitary, sometimes maybe too solitary, and interactions with others help.
Back in cyberspace on WP, someone suggested I codify my stories into a another form, maybe a comic strip or something similar. Would anyone be interest in a comic strip about Otherkin?