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Hello, world. I’m up, Shawshank is up, the cats are in the doorway, and I’m pumping coffee into me. Podrick tried so hard to be a good boy. Without the curtain to constantly tempt him, he’s content to look outside or snuggle, with occasional trips to the dresser to try wedging himself into other spaces. He loves standing up on his back legs and reaching his front paws up as high as he can on the window, while he looks outside. To anyone outside, I’m sure he looks like a life-sized, suction cup be-footed Garfield, stuck to a minivan window.
I did a TikTok stream yesterday, and chatted with some of the old Foot Clan. They miss me and my streams from the couch. But they’re not actually missing ME me, not at all, they miss being able to freely goon over my feet while I play Skyrim. I won’t let them do that anymore. I haven’t done a couch stream in about a year at this point. If they’re seeing my feet, it’s an ultra-rare session spinning poi.
Shawshank came home while I was eating my lunch of bread dipped in Italian dressing. He typed up his post, then set up controllers and consoles for each of us. He played Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 in handheld mode, I loaded up the “Dark Alliance” PS2 disk, and we both got to battling. As it turned out, I was pretty far along, and ended up beating the game. I watched the credits and then loaded up “Baldur’s Gate: Dark Alliance 2” for more hacky, slashy fun.
Today is a mostly lazy day.
