sunday shizzle
Good morning, world. We have gray skies in TinyTown this morning, the threatening kind. We’re up, enjoying coffee and contemplation.
I enjoyed my solo Saturday morning. I logged into TikTok and yapped while I put on my makeup. A few regulars stopped in, but they weren’t very talkative. I finished, killed the stream, and played “Baldur’s Gate: Dark Alliance” on the PS2. I made some headway in my quest to find the bastards that roughed me up when I entered the town, eventually locating and infiltrating the thieves’ guild. Alas, I’ve been stymied by their platform traps.

Shawshank came home after lunch, and we went out to the secondhand shop. Shawshank spotted a fabulous portrait of the queen during our Tuesday visit. I took a picture and sent it to my mom with the note “this would put Grandma’s portrait of the Queen to shame”.
Why did Grandma have a portrait of the Queen? No one has any ideas. It hung on a wall in her house forever.
Anyway.
I didn’t take it home on Tuesday, but it came home in my heart. By Wednesday, my brain was telling me to just walk up to the shop on Thursday and bring it home. The only thing stopping me was the fact I would have to walk the entire length of town carrying a portrait of the queen. As luck would have it, the shop was open on a rare Saturday, and we left, $2 poorer, with a large portrait.
I hung it in the bedroom.
Today is a puttering day. We’re cleaning and tidying because Shawshank‘s mom is coming over for dinner. She needs a break.
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