Good morning, world. It’s Monday again. Welcome to the new week. In a new twist, today I was up before 5am. I tried to get back to sleep in bed, but the body refused. I took a pillow out to the living room and managed to fall asleep on the couch. Chaucer snuggled behind my knees. I woke up almost two hours later with Pippin in my lap. The skies are brightening, but probably not warming. Nothing is warming. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll feel the warmth of the sun on my face ever again.
I kid.
Mostly.
We didn’t do a helluva lot yesterday. Or rather, I didn’t do much. Shawshank managed the laundry and the bathroom. I folded my clean clothes and piled them around Pippin, making her a little nest out of leggings and sweaters and undies.
We’ve started buying Christmas presents. Shawshank gave his mother some cash and bought stuff on her Amazon account before dinner. While he did that, she texted me to ask what I thought about an idea for a gift for him. I told her it was an excellent idea. One gift for him is already on the way, and will be here this week. I plan on buying some more gifts for him tomorrow, when he’s at work. Once some of the stuff we’re waiting for arrives, we can mail some things down for Mom. I’ll order things for Brian and my nephews a little closer to Christmas.
Today will be a super-lazy day. In a couple of hours, Shawshank will make us some brunch. We probably won’t get properly dressed. Shawshank might go up to the post office later because my new phone should be here today, and I need to dye my hair. Once the latest episode of Critical Role drops on Youtube, I’ll grab some headphones and the Switch and decide what game I want to play for the rest of the day.
(Maybe) Daily Spice
Oh, pure class. Honestly, I have to wonder wtf my automatic thank you message conveyed to deserve that. You subbed to me, my dude.
Unless he’s into vore*….
*don’t Google that.
