Mornin’, y’all. Happy Saturday. Let the coffee flow through me. There’s some clouds out there, but I see some sunlight as well. Maybe it will be nice.
Yesterday wasn’t. I happily wrote about taking photos and being productive because I had a lot of light. Unfortunately, the clouds quickly rolled in while I was assuming my human form, killing my plans. I worked on some pants. I messed up on a cuff, but it should be fine. Then my thread kept breaking, which resulted in a very annoyed and frustrated chicky. I tried streaming in the afternoon. Alas, even that sucked. My allergies kicked in something fierce yesterday, and nothing helped.
We went out for dinner again, because I thought we were out of easily defrostable protein in the freezer. Naturally, I found burgers in the back of the freezer this morning when I put a water bottle in there, because of course I fucking did. When we came home, Shawshank filled the tub for me, loaded up a long-forgotten playlist I named “musicals (not depressing)”. And that’s how I spent an hour in the tub dramatically lip syncing to things from Rocky Horror Picture Show, Rent, and Little Shop of Horrors.
We’re going out today. It’s nothing special, just a trip out to Slightly BiggerTown for groceries. I think this is the first time I’ve left town in about 2 weeks. Shawshank says we’ll go out early enough for him to spend the rest of the day doing fuck all.
