Hello, world. Happy Tuesday. We’re up. I had another warm morning, but dozed from 3-6am. The cats alternated who got to sleep in bed with us this morning. I poked around my regular pre-dawn haunts until it was time to wake up Shawshank.
My Temu orders showed up yesterday. While I appreciate the universe throwing me a bone now and then, I’d much rather have a solid night’s sleep over a post office miracle. Not that I’m complaining. The first delivery notice came in just as Shawshank was prepping to leave for work, and he said he would grab it and bring it home tonight. As it turned out, both packages were there. Shawshank grabbed both and brought them back to me. Woot!
Before I could check out the new shit, I set up everything for a photo shoot. I had found a reference sheet of poses that I wanted to try, plus a new outfit. Sounds like a recipe for a good afternoon, right? Wrong. I had to ditch about 90% of the pics because I look either (a) old as fuck, or (b) like a hostage. They looked more like “here’s proof of life & remember no cops” than “mature, sensuous lady seduces you from her bed”. But content is content, and I edited what I could before dinner.
I unpacked the Temu bags after dinner while I streamed and chatted with folks on TikTok. There were a few Christmas presents for Shawshank, which I wrapped with what was left of the Christmas paper. He came home 4 hours later and destroyed all my hard work by unwrapping them.
Today, I’ll continue editing what pics remain, upload them, and queue up some posts.
