Yet another night where the Fanta Menace pulled down half the tapestry while we tried to fall asleep. Yet another morning where I locked my smooth-brained ginger baby out of the bedroom because he was being an asshole. But did I sleep after that? Fuck no. The damage was done.

For the moment, they’re enthralled with a laser beam, although Pippin did just deposit her breakfast on top of the fridge.

We had a very typical Sunday. There were chores, a meltdown, brunch at home, and dinner at Shady Acres. I spent the afternoon and evening playing Balatro. I’m still fucking with the Plasma Deck. It’s (mostly) an interesting deck to play with, but there’s a point where it stops being interesting and starts being painful.

Shawshank is back to work today. I spent some time making some promos with Capcut this morning. I have to edit them slightly to fit my needs before I can upload and schedule them. I shot some foot-focused stuff on the patio the other day, so I have several videos to upload to both of the smutty sites.