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