Good morning, my lovelies. Welcome to another Tuesday. We’ve got sunshine, and coffee, and cats. If the cats were in my lap and I could write a post without making any effort, my morning would be better.
Hey, you know what else would be better? If Gmail could fix its fucked up spam filter system. It’s suddenly letting everything go through. First, we have the dozens of free gift card scams slipping through. At the same time, I’ve seen an uptick in the number of scam calls slipping through.
Additionally, I’ve got the bonus ultra-fun bullshit that’s adding appointments to “🌹❤️🌹CUM FUCK ME AND MY FRIENDS 🌹❤️🌹” from Shawshank‘s spam folder to our shared calendar. No amount of re-syncing and disabling the automatic appointment options in Gmail will get them out of the calendar. I finally deactivated the shared calendar. Given our history, I couldn’t deal with it mentally.
So.
Yesterday was a long day. I didn’t leave the house, I didn’t really do anything. No poi, no workout (workout? What’s a workout, fatass?), nothing. I put on my makeup while I watched an episode of Vikings. I’m in season 3. I don’t care it’s inaccurate and laughable to those who are educated in such matters. I’m enjoying the story, and it’s filled with a fabulous array of grungy men.
After lunch, I decided to watch a few “beginner” watercolor tutorials and try to paint both a cardinal and a hydrangea. Both turned out like shit and I dejectedly tossed them in the bin. I worked on something I had started last week, because I felt like it needed something tweaked slightly. Eventually, I stopped fucking with it. I know I’d ruin it if I kept touching it.
Then I took a nap.
I expect more of the same today. Last night, I rough sketched the basics of some painting ideas. We can expect a lovely day, weather-wise anyway, and I plan to spend some time outside.
Have a good day. At least try.
Today will be better. I know it! So get outside, and paint, and poi. Tomorrow, write up a nice tasty workout and do it. You won’t want to, but after, you’ll feel magical! 🏋️♀️
Driving up for the next month and a half would probably be super easy. The weather in Canada doesn’t just turn to 30 degrees and pure skating rink roads as of September, in fact I think september is my favourite summer month in most of Canada I’ve lived in. In fact I would say the weather is more predictable now than spring.
I’m sorry you’re feeling blah. But Shawshank is right! Tomorrow will be better!
Yeah, I know it’s not like that. Mom’s not too worried about the Canadian side of things, I think she’s actually more worried about the central US weather! Regardless of when I drive, it’ll suck, because I hate driving.
I love Vikings! Lol finished it awhile ago maybe I’ll rewatch
Just started season 4 the other day!