Good morning, friends. It’s Tuesday. Chaucer is pacing the house, yowling. I don’t understand it. Mal is pacing between two of the three litterboxes, making sure to leave a deposit in both.
I don’t fucking understand that, either.
From the looks of the rest of this week’s weather, we’ll be housebound for the rest of the week. That’s not to say the weather will keep us inside 24/7, but the forecast looks bleak through the weekend.
Mom just came back into the house and announced it’s sprinkling. It looks like all outdoor camp activities have been cancelled for the day.
We were invited out for the monthly “ladies luncheon” that Mom and Brian’s mom usually go to with their friend group. This is the first luncheon since last November. The last one – which was the group’s first time back together since lockdown had started – the one Covid-denier friend passed Covid to half the people there, including Brian’s mother. They want to it again, and so I think something like 14-18 ladies were doing lunch at a restaurant today. Mom and I, both wanting to travel in the near future, opted to stay home.
If I can, I’ll slip outside for some poi, or some watercolor. I bought some proper weight watercolor paper, and sketched some stuff yesterday. There’s some natural light in the living room for me to paint some shit.
