Good morning, world. Saturday is here, with sunshine and coffee and cats. Shawshank turned off the alarm clock and slept in for an extra 30 minutes. I’d been awake, of course. That’s life.
We had a decent Friday. It didn’t suck. I played Just Dance for a while, which wasn’t bad. I wasn’t feeling it at first, and only made it through a warm up playlist and a couple of songs. It was lunchtime at that point, so I ate a packet of Poptarts and scrolled through my social media for a little while. Once lunch kicked in, I played for another hour. Session 2 went much better, and I did a decent mix of routines.
Shawshank came home in the afternoon, typed up his daily post, and loaded Breath of The Wild. I grabbed my pillow out of the bedroom and a fluffy blanket and decided a nap was in order. I tried to lure Chaucer over to me for cuddles, but he was already stretched out in a sunbeam. I gave up and napped. He made his way onto me eventually, briefly waking me in the process. And I mean briefly: I acknowledged him and immediately fell back to sleep, I don’t remember him settling in at all.
This weekend is a shopping weekend. Shawshank picked up some things from work yesterday, and we’ll drive to Slightly BiggerTown for the rest. The roads and shit are clear, the sun’s out, and maybe the wind will die down.
