Good morning, folks. Happy Wednesday from TinyTown, where the temps are cold, and …. well, everything is fucking cold.
I spent most of yesterday painting. Shawshank‘s bases are mindless work. I can assembly-line most of their work, and then work on my own miniature while his dry. My newest project won’t be finished anytime before I leave, but his might be.
Shawshank brought home rapid covid tests yesterday so I would have a chance to test within the hotel’s cancellation window. We both were negative, as expected. His boss rescheduled last night’s dinner to tonight, but no details have been worked out yet.
I don’t want to leave here. Don’t make me leave.
