Happy Sunday, internet. I’m up. I drink the coffee, I have the power. Chaucer is harassing Brian for some breakfast. A roast beef sandwich at 8am isn’t really my thing, but Brian’s living his best life and this is basically lunchtime for him.
We went out food shopping yesterday, so that was done. I bought some more $5 clearance jeans, which I don’t really need, but I’ll see if there’s any pants I want to get rid of. I also bought a multipack of cheap bras, which I really did need. Most of mine are 5+ years old, and the elastic in several of them is visible. I didn’t even look at the price of the bras. I just grabbed the first batch that I saw in my size. I wanted a pack of something utilitarian; no one sees them, I have no need to be fancy. I don’t even want to be fancy for myself.
The terrariums are going ok. The cleanup crew is mostly invisible. I see them here and there, if I really look. A few of the springtails got out of the Apothecary yesterday. Research tells me they won’t get far.
For the most part, we don’t have any plans for today. Normally, we would go over to the Compound. However, after two midweek dinners with them last week, I’m not sure if there’s an invite for Sunday dinner. Brian wanted to drive into Alabama to go to the outlet stores for new boots. I have a phone interview later in the afternoon – the rescheduled one. I’m not so nervous for it. At this point, I just want it to be done with.
