Hey, world. It’s a gray morning. Will the clouds give way to sunshine? Probably not. Last night, my phone said we might see some breaks in the cloud cover this week, but Shawshank‘s had rain across the board. Podrick came into bed as usual, then Pippin made something crash and I had to get out of bed to investigate. Unable to find anything amiss, I picked up Pippin and snuggled her, then went back to bed. Podrick returned, and I dozed with him on my chest, fuzzy little head pressed against my face.
We had a nice, slothy Monday. Shawshank handled laundry. I played NieR:Automata after lunch. I was trying to complete a quest, but ended up frustrated as fuck with a platforming section. I generally hate platformer games, but NieR:Automata has (until now) had a pass because it’s just so frigging pretty. It wouldn’t have been nearly as frustrating if I hadn’t already successfully made the same jump on my first try when I went through earlier this weekend. I ended up giving the controller to Shawshank and watched him play for a few hours.
The rest of the night was filled with dinner and wrestling. Shawshank made us some excellent bacon cheeseburgers for dinner. We cracked jokes about the matches, but we were definitely sports entertained.
The holiday weekend is over, so he’s back to work today. It’s too early to tell what the lighting situation will be later this afternoon; while I’d love to take some pics, I’ll put a pin in that task for the moment. I’m going to schedule some FYP clips, play some Just Dance, and figure out the rest of my evening.
