Good morning, y’all. You can’t tell it’s morning, as is still dark as fuck outside, but I assure you, it’s morning. I’ve been up, off and on, since about 3am. I woke up warm, with Chaucer on one side of me and Chaucer on the other. This could shape up to be the perfect afternoon for a nature show and a nap.
I spent half the morning watching Nat Geo shows, with the intention of crafting. I grabbed a bit of fabric to experiment with the dress form, but it wasn’t sheer enough to do what I wanted, nor did I want to mark it up with ink/pencil.
With pattern drafting out of the question, I grabbed a duvet cover to prep. I separated the two sides, revealing the whole thing was homemade from two flat sheets and a zipper. One sheet was fine, but the other had a large rip, and upon further investigation, smelled faintly like pee. I tossed both pieces directly into the trash bin.
Shawshank came home in the afternoon. Once there was a break between episodes of “Drain the Ocean“, he grabbed a controller and played on the switch. I offered assistance with the first couple of battles he encountered, which I finished last week. When he began to outpace me, I put earbuds in and listened to music. I’ll deal with it this week.
Shawshank has work all day. No brunch today, and we’re doing dinner at home tonight. I may or may not get dressed.
