It’s Thursday

Welcome to Thursday, it’s morning, we have coffee and cats and shit like that. Pippin snuggled me this morning, briefly joining me under the blankets.

We had a good Wednesday. We slept in, had lunch, and went out to Shady Acres in the afternoon. Shawshank did some chores over there, and I played Divinity: Original Sin 2 and chatted with his mom. I’ve been whittling away at a battle. After about 3 hours, I’ve only managed to take down one person of the 6 or 7 who are hunting me. Unfortunately, things have gone awry, and one person in the party is surrounded, stuck with no escape or easy way of rescue. I have an idea that might work, but it’ll be tricky to pull off.

Once we came back home, we snuggled with the cats on the couch and watched some Netflix. We finished up the Gabby Petito series and made some headway with “Arcane“. We’re almost finished with “Black Sails“. Before we went off to bed, I read us comments from the Gabby Petito subreddit. I recognized a lot of names of regular posters from when the search was actually happening. During the first episode, Shawshank expressed surprise that my following the case so closely as it was happening didn’t turn me into a full true crime junkie. Reading the comments last night reminded me of exactly why: all those people think the’re entitled to every fucking detail, and that their opinions actually matter. So many armchair psychologists and detectives spouting off bullshit.

Shawshank‘s working tonight. I’ll find something to do.