Morning, y’all. Happy Sunday. I slept, I guess. I woke up at some point, rolled over to snuggle Shawshank, and tried to go back to sleep again. The overnight temps have been in the “it’s a bit cold eh?” zone for a few days. As a result, I’ve been keeping the heat on my side of the bed running all night. Unfortunately, the heated mattress pad was too much last night. I wasn’t angry about being awake, just disappointed.
We spent yesterday being lazy. Shawshank put on LOTR when we had our fill of morning news. He switched things up a bit and made Saturday brunch, then played No Man’s Sky for a while. I did internet things until it was time to make dinner. I’d recently been thinking of a delicious white chili we used to make, and figured we had enough in the house to make something similar. It turned out more like a creamy soup, which I sort of expected. The old recipe included a brick of cream cheese for thickening shit and I went with a roux. I told Shawshank I felt like he did after he made nachos for lunch last week. It was ok, but it wasn’t what I had built up in my head. It wasn’t bad, just disappointing.
After dinner, I played some Divinity. I love how the map keeps you in little spots and paths wind around. After I dealt with a couple of bigger fights (with some walking in between), I opened the map only to discover I really hadn’t traveled all that far at all. I’ve caught up to where Shawshank is, but we’ve handled shit differently along the way. His party build is different as well.
Today is chore day. The laundry is running. I’m going to put on some clothes, assume a human form and try to be more pleasant than I have been.
