[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | the distant drone of a gas-powered mower ]

Good morning, y’all. It’s another morning. Both cats made the trip up to the bed this morning, but only one wanted to cuddle. One tried to open the blackout shades, and it wasn’t the one you’d think.

We survived another night of End Times weather. Shawshank was at work for it, taking pics of ominous clouds. I heard the wind picking up while I was streaming, but logged out before things got too hairy. The power flickered juuuust enough to make the tech hiccup, but not enough to reset the clocks. I kept an eye on the polygon while I watched the neighbors little trees whip around again. We weren’t in the red zone last night, thankfully.

All of the recent storms have made our lawn sprout up like mad. I’m sure Gord will be around sometime in the next couple of days to mow it. He’d better get on it, since we’re looking at a week of rainy evenings. Shit’s only going to get worse, Gord. And try to keep the mower off the peonies this time.

We’re back to work today. I’m still having an absolute blast with the tarot cards and my psychic hotline theme. Optimally, I’d like to have a hotline-specific menu on the screen instead of the Lovense graphics. I can hide the Lovense menu, but I want to replace it with something.