[Current Mood | blah ]

Hello, world. It’s another morning, and we’re up and doing our things. Sir Podrick the Hefty has been active this morning. He made several early morning visits to demand snuggles, before moving on to loudly playing in the hall, then knocking things around in the bathroom and that’s what got us out of bed.

Yesterday was a comparatively lazy day in the house. The recent winds snapped one of my sunflower stalks this week, so I put on some gloves and popped all the seeds out of their heads and scattered them in our wildflower pit. Shawshank loaded up “Cyberpunk 2077” and started playing before brunch. I got a chance to play it while he cooked, finished the beginning bullshit to get hooked up with better software, and started grinding a bit. Shawshank is playing like he’s CyberKeanu. I haven’t gotten too much into the nitty gritty, but I fully expect to be avoiding battle the same way I always do: a futuristic stealth archer. If I can’t be a stealth archer, then I’ll play like I played “AC: Black Flag”: whatever the hacking version of dart guns with berserk darts is.

We went across the street for dinner with Shawshank‘s mom. Shawshank set up her bedroom Roku so she can watch Netflix and Prime stuff off the TV in there, and hung up a curtain in her front room. We made plans to (maybe) make another long drive this week if/when she picks up her new sewing machine.

I’m back to work today. I worked a little on some overlays for OBS yesterday, and I have grand plans of turning one of the spare Ipads into a big control deck. Who knows what the week has in store for me? Probably a bunch of weirdos.

[Current Mood | drained ]

Hello, Sunday. We’re awake. Podrick jumped on Shawshank‘s stomach and solidly woke up the household. He tried to let me sleep (Shawshank, not Pod), but I wasn’t able to do much more than barely doze. Podrick curled up on my ribs at one point.

I was able to start “Cyberpunk 77” yesterday. After about an hour of character creation, I was in the game, going through another hour of cut scenes and tutorials. Shawshank came home from work, watched me finish up the tutorials and save, then played his own file. I moved on to playing “Balatro” on the iPad, where I’m trying to unlock all the decks and jokers we’ve had on the other devices.

Today is his only day off until Thursday, so we’re doing homebody shit.

[Current Mood | drained ]

[Listening To | the dulcet tones of Keith Morrison describing heinous crimes ]

Hello, world. It’s another morning, and it looks sunny. There were some pretty fucking dramatic skies out there. Much like yesterday, I woke up early, but didn’t really sleep again. Podrick was pretty cuddly, climbing across me and headbutting my jaw before finding a position that let him stretch out and keep his paws on my pillow. He’s really started to spend more time on the bed while we’re sleeping over the last month. He likes a small spot by my feet, but there have been a couple of occasions where he’s settled close beside us.

Yesterday’s lack of sleep fucked the entire day. I was in the worst mood. Everything irritated me. I needed to eat lunch but didn’t want anything. My soda tasted too sweet. I played “Witcher” when the Switch was fully charged, but I’m at a point where I’m too low to do much with quests other than accept them. I need to go grind out a couple of levels on wolves and drowners or something.

Shawshank came home, and I switched to playing “Balatro” on the iPad while he played “Cyberpunk” until dinner was ready. Wrestling started way later than expected. I pulled out my needlework project intending to start some background work, only to discover I’d already started the background…. just not with the stitch I’d decided to do. Restraining myself from throwing the whole project like a frisbee, I worked on cutting the work out, and it took much longer than I anticipated. I could have transferred the design to a whole new piece of fabric and restarted the damned thing in less time.

Even as we were going to bed, things were determined to piss me off. I put a drink in the fridge and smacked my knuckles on the shelf.

Hopefully today is better. I haven’t spent half my morning on autopilot, which is already an improvement over yesterday.

[Current Mood | sleepy ]

Good morning, y’all. I’m fairly certain I’ve been half asleep and/or vaguely awake since I emerged from the bedroom 2 hours ago, because I’ve done fucking nothing. I felt Shawshank get up in the early hours, and never really went back to sleep. I tried, and failed to fall into anything more substantial than a light doze. In fact, it was such a weird sleep that I actually had a dream: I was at work in the pharmacy and dealing with rebilling an emergency supply of a medication to a worker’s comp claim. After fighting it, I got up to feed the cats, put the Switch on the charger (hidden at night because we’ve yet to find a safe spot for it), then moved through the 120 minutes on some sort of autopilot.

We had a slow day yesterday. Shawshank went to work in the morning, I washed my hair. I considered cutting it, but decided not to mess with it right then. I did what needed to be done to upload my “Witcher 3” save from the Switch to the cloud, then got it running on the remastered version on the Switch 2. After a little fighting, I got it working, and fired it up.

Holy shit. It’s gorgeous, like, ridiculously pretty. I played just long enough to advance a couple of side quests, then handed off the controller to Shawshank. Shawshank took the plunge, signed up for his own account on the eshop, and bought “Cyberpunk 2077”. Unfortunately, between the obnoxious download speeds and playing with the console for the rest of the evening, it had only managed to download halfway by the time we went to bed.

Shawshank will be home this afternoon, and I’m sure he’ll be playing until it’s time for wrestling. I’ll watch him play, if I can stay awake.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

Hello, world. It’s another morning. We’re up, and it’s still dark. Shawshank had a bad sleep last night and was up early. I woke up to a cat poking me in the face. I ignored him, because I figured it was too early to deal with the shenanigans if he knew I was awake. After a few more pokes, and some biscuits on my pillow, Podrick moved down to the space between Shawshank and I and curled up for a little while. I fell asleep again; Shawshank found both cats on the couch when he got up.

Yesterday was a long day, but a very good day. We got up early, packed some water bottles and a Pepsi so I could have some caffeine, and made a long drive to a city I’ve never been to before. It was an absolutely gorgeous drive, with no clouds and barely any breeze. One pit stop and two hours later, we were in a place big enough for both a Walmart and a McDonald’s, armed with a list of places to go.

The first destination was the entire reason for the drive: a quilting shop. We walked around while Shawshank‘s mom put in an order for a new sewing machine. I was tempted to buy a ribbon skirt kit but couldn’t bring myself to drop $50 on one, since none of them had colors I really wanted. On top of that, I’m terrified of being called a fucking colonizer. Instead, I bought some thread for my barely started embroidery project.

We left the sewing shop, reset the GPS, and drove down the street to a thrift shop. There, we scored a bowl to add to our Pyrex collection – I’ve never seen this one, but it’s now my favorite pattern – plus some stuff we actually needed. After a quick lunch at McDonald’s, Shawshank drove us to the place where our household could drop a bunch of money:

Walmart.

We headed to the electronics department, and he bought us a Switch 2. We didn’t grab any games; as it stands, nearly everything we have is digital and I didn’t see any S2-specific stuff I absolutely wanted. “Baldur’s Gate 3” isn’t available on the console, and while “Elden Ring” looks fabulous, it also looks hard, and I don’t want to be frustrated by my entertainment. The only thing that looks interesting to me is “Cyberpunk 2077” … but we don’t need it yet.

We walked around for a while, grabbing some bulk stuff we couldn’t find in Slightly BiggerTown or TinyTown, then headed back home. We pulled into town in the late afternoon. Shawshank‘s mom unloaded her stuff and took a nap. It was that kind of day.

Shawshank is back to work today, another mid-shift. I’m going to wash my hair, and check out the remaster of “Witcher 3” that downloaded last night.