Good morning, world. The sun is shining this morning. Is it chilly? I feel chilly. Podrick came to bed and crawled under the quilts with me, and I was able to curl up around him for a little while. Shawshank, scheduled for an opening shift, was up very early this morning. I felt him fix my covers before he left. Pod came back for more attention, but was too far awake for a proper “teddy bear cuddle”. I was too far awake to even doze, so I got up for coffee.
Sunday was nice. Shawshank made brunch for us, while I put on makeup. We mostly watched TV and doom scrolled until it was time to head out to Shady Acres. When we got there, Shawshank immediately got to work on yard maintenance, and I fought with the Switch, which lately doesn’t like to see controllers when they’re attached. Once I had the controllers squared away, I played Balatro for the rest of the evening. It was a bad night in the cards. I struggled for a purple stake win on the Anaglyph Deck, eventually switching to the Checkered Deck hoping to flush myself to victory. When that also failed, I switched to white stakes, just to have something I could feel remotely superior to the game.
I spent an hour in the tub, with Podrick acting as my lifeguard. He vacillated between walking along the side of the tub to smack bubbles and bothering Pippin on her shelf over the toilet. After a few false starts, he eventually figured out he couldn’t be an asshole and stay on the shelf with her. He stayed on the shelf (instead of on top of her) until I got out of the bath.
Shawshank is coming home in the afternoon, so I think I might do a morning “get ready” stream. I think I need more coffee to do so.
