Good morning, world. We were in bed early last night. Shawshank says it was an hour, but it was closer to two. I also had a terrible time getting to sleep, but that was my own fault. I could have stayed up when Shawshank went to bed, but I opted to go with him. We’re up before sunrise, because that’s how sunrises work this far north. I consider myself lucky I even have a daily sunrise, because a few hours north and I’d be bitching a lot more.
We did pretty much nothing but play Red Dead Redemption yesterday. I had three major encounters I needed to finish before I could advance, two of which I was dreading because I hate things with a timer. Shawshank played wingman, pointing out bad guys during chases. Fuck races, they’re bullshit. By the time I handed off the controller, I’d made it to Mexico, enjoyed a song, and dug up some treasure.
We capped off the evening with burgers and some TV. Later, we were making some hot cocoa when Shawshank was hit with a wave of dizziness and had to go to bed. I closed up the house while he tucked himself in, then followed him to bed.
The sun is up. Shawshank has work tonight and tomorrow morning. I’m going to spend tonight mucking about in milf-mode on Chaturbate. Since Fridays are usually pretty slow for me, I won’t feel bad about scheduling Fansly content in the downtime.
