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Good morning, world. Happy Tuesday. You wanna know why it’s happy? It didn’t fucking snow overnight. I was up a little earlier, but dozed for a bit. I mostly laid there semi-awake, eventually checking out Reddit, until I decided Podrick’s good behavior wouldn’t last forever and I should feed him.

We had a nice Monday. We watched some news in the morning, and Shawshank made brunch for us. I made some perfect French toast. I was just starting to get tired of listening to background news when they broke in to talk about yet another mass shooting, so we had new news to watch.

Eventually, we put on some cowboy shit. I grabbed my needlework and worked on that for the rest of the day. I’d put it at about 40% complete right now. I’m trying very hard to keep it with all one “style” of stitching, but my technique improves and my stitches get better. The stuff from the beginning looks bad (to me) in comparison to what I’ve been doing.

Shawshank has today off- a rare, double-barrel day off. I have a Temu order coming in, and we’re going out to the secondhand shop to find treasures. The cats will sit in the window and enjoy the sunshine.

Morning. The blackout curtains have paid for themselves at this point, with two long dozes this week. While I may not be in a deep, nourishing sleep, Podrick isn’t as interested in the windows, and I’m not fighting to keep him off the screen. Unfortunately, it’s another morning of snow.

I got online for a whole 40 minutes yesterday. I wasn’t feeling it at all, and I had to convince myself to get through the setup and start the stream. Just half an hour, I told myself. Instead, I pushed myself to sit there for 40 minutes. Traffic was dead, and my mood wasn’t helping keep my room’s vibe inviting. I put the room back and played some “Civ” until that bored me.¹

Shawshank made us delicious burgers for dinner. We spent the rest of the evening watching “ER” and “Grey’s Anatomy“.

He has the next two days off. Today is the chore day, there’s laundry already in the washer. How much more of this needlework can I do in two days?

1. Everyone started buying my iron, but no one wanted my delegations. I figured they were plotting against me. ↩︎

It’s snowing. You know it’s not good when you’re laying in bed, stretching, hearing the sound of the curtains being opened, immediately followed by “oh what the fuck“. Podrick thinks this is all very interesting. Pippin is screaming in the kitchen. I drink more coffee.

We had a nice Saturday. Shawshank opened the store, and I assumed a human form. A car and motorcycle pulled up in front of the house while I was putting on my makeup, answering any questions about when we might get new neighbors.

We haven’t met anyone yet. I’m pretty damned sure that I saw two women driving/riding and unloading that trunk into the apartment. Shawshank saw a dude with a beard and his arm in a sling– he might’ve come along later but he was not in one of the group who first showed up. They parked the bike on their patio, but no one stayed the night.

Shawshank came and picked me up after work, and we drove out to Slightly BiggerTown. The snow was long gone by that point, and the roads were pretty empty. We saw the usual cows, one pasture full of horses, and a young moose crossing the road. The grocery store was crowded, but we also don’t normally shop in the afternoons. As usual, the last stop was for sandwiches, then we headed home to eat.

When we finally crashed on the couch, I played a little bit of Civ. I like messing with the settings, creating new games with the different map types. I hate the World Congress bullshit, so I tried to play without the expansion packs. Unfortunately, doing so disabled a lot of the other stuff I actually do like to take advantage of, like the governors. I just wanna build a city, y’all. I don’t need to go to war.

Shawshank is working today. I’m going to assume my human form and go online for a couple of hours. This will be the first time streaming with the blackout curtains in play, and I expect I’ll have to fuck around with my lighting.

Shawshank locked me in the bedroom again, and I was allowed to lay in bed until the glorious hour of 7:30am. I woke up around 4am, and cuddled Podrick for a few minutes. I heard Shawshank get up a short time later, and “lock” the bedroom door. I reset the Sleep Daddy I was listening to and dozed. I think I woke up once and reset it again, then went back to dozing.

I woke up to snow. It’s not a lot, but it’s obviously snow, and it’s bullshit.

Finally giving in to the drive to do something about my hair, I cut my hair yesterday. I’d been debating about it for a month now– do I spend the $60 to have it cut, or do it myself, and risk fucking it up and having to pay anyway. After watching a couple of videos, I grabbed the pile of scissors and a couple of elastics, and got busy. To be honest, parting my wet hair and putting it in the elastics took more time than the actual cutting. I was very conservative with my cutting, leaving a lot of the length. It looks good enough. I’m dying to see what it looks like curled, so I’ll put it on the hot rollers and let it set while I assume a human form this morning.

We’re going out to Slightly BiggerTown this afternoon. We need food and drugs.

Hello, world. The wind hasn’t stopped for two days. It doesn’t seem as bad as yesterday, but I’ve only been up for 20 minutes.

We had a nice day off, and we only put our shoes on once. We had one project: set up the blackout shades in the bedroom. It wasn’t difficult, and it would have been doable with one person, but it was just enough to be much better with two. The kit was simply a couple of yards of blackout material, black on one side and silver on the other, and some Velcro tabs. In my opinion, it looks trashy as hell, but Podrick’s destructive nature makes normal window coverings out of the question at this time. While I love how much light comes in without curtains, I don’t want to be flashing the goodies to TinyTown. We joked about putting a little DEFINITELY NOT A METH LAB sign up in the window.

Later, we took a quick trip to the secondhand hand store, but didn’t find anything we needed. There was a wine-making kit with a massive glass carboy, and I had a fleeting moment of “think of the terrarium I could make in that” before my brain took over and bitchslapped that idea right out.

Shawshank is working the day shift today, and I’m going to wash my hair and dance around to loud music.