full-speed sloth mode

A pair of my underwear just flew out of the bedroom and hit the wall. Since it’s been barely 8 hours since the last sexytimes, I don’t think this is foreplay. That’s not his style, anyway.

Not usually.

Good morning, world. Today is Sunday, and laundry day has commenced. I’m drenched in fleece, with a second coffee beside me and reruns of Dateline streaming on the TV. The cold outside is still insane, so I’m wisely sticking indoors for the time.

At least we’re supposed to be back in the positive temps next week. I think it’s only one day, and then we’re back into the deep freeze once more.

With Shawshank off work yesterday, we binged TV and baked. I never removed the original return trip from my calendar. As a result, my phone kept giving me alerts about the flights I was supposed to be on. Neither of us put real clothes on all day, it was full-speed sloth-mode. There’s nothing wrong with that. We watched Dateline all morning, because Keith Morrison’s voice is hypnotizing and there’s no escape.

We binged WandaVision all evening. The two of us thoroughly enjoyed WandaVision. I loved the vintage costumes. The show made me notice how well trained I have been by the cues in sitcoms to know what to expect: discovery of a problem, the commercial breaks, the resolution, all in tidy 23 minute tidbits. We’re looking forward to moving on to Loki this week.

Before lunch, he asked me “I’m going to the little grocery, can you find out how to make pot brownies?” I popped into a Discord chat filled with some weedy friends and got a basic rundown on the process. We ended up making a carrot cake. Did it get us high as a pie in the sky? Nope. However, by the time midnight rolled around, 4 hours after eating the first little piece, I was in a nice, mellow place. And I was warm.

We’re going into one of the bigger towns this afternoon. There’s a part waiting, and at least it looks like it will be a clear day. Now that I’m feeling than I was last week, we’ll have dinner with Shawshank‘s parents tonight.