Oh, it’s another Sunday. For the moment, this is a sunny morning. Pippin is sitting atop her little table, basking in the light. I don’t dare predict what we’ll get for the rest of the day. Every sunny morning we’ve had this week has turned into some form of snow by lunch. We’re up because Podrick’s been up. He woke me up with cuddles around 4:30am, stretching those jackrabbit legs and pushing his giant paws against my jaw.
We were potatoes again yesterday. Shawshank came home after lunch and played some Saints Row: the Third, because sometimes you have a bad day and you need to throw grenades around and destroy a neighborhood. He’s reached the point where he’s netting about $12k hourly in game, which makes buying his upgrades and ammo easier. Or, in this case, covering his bro with tattoos.
I’m still mucking about with Civ6. I absolutely can not get out of the ancient times without putting myself into a dark age. One of Shawshank‘s coworkers suggested starting with Romans instead of playing with a random leader, so that was yesterday’s plan. I have a lot of fun building my city/empire. I have less fun warring with random barbarians.
It’s a rest day for us, as much as Sundays usually are. I’ll make myself some french toast. We’re going out to Shady Acres for dinner.
