[high-pitched tone hums softly]

It’s morning, it’s sunny, and I’m awake. I put a load of laundry in the wash first thing, and I’m drinking an iced water because that’s what I fucking wanted. Welcome to another week.

Knickknack just got out of her bed and left the room. As soon as she turned the corner, Chaucer raced over to where she was sitting/laying and sniffed her bed. Deeply. Weirdly.

We spent the day at the house yesterday. Just after lunch, Brian made the observation that neither of his parents had called to extend the weekly dinner invite. I wasn’t about to argue with that, so I went back to scrolling through TikTok all afternoon. He called them a little while later, because he’s addicted to playing with their puppy. They were in Alabama. I spent the remainder of the day secure in the knowledge I had a reprieve from the casual racism.

Free from the bonds of the Sunday dinner, I spent the remainder of the afternoon enjoying myself. I brought the terrariums outside, one at a time, to wipe down the glass. I’m debating about bringing them north in their current states. I don’t think it’s the greatest idea, but I don’t know exactly what I’ll do. Jar-den maintained, the afternoon was free for anything. It was ridiculously hot and sunny yesterday, and as much as I wanted to take advantage of it, I would have burnt up immediately.

Eventually, I settled in with the Switch. I haven’t played anything in about a month, so there were about five minutes where I was completely confused about the controls.

I couldn’t decide what to play, mostly because there’s a few games out there I really want right now but I have a backlog and I’m trying really fucking hard not to do anything but add games to my wishlist instead of actually buying them. I ignored the decision making altogether and played Dragon’s Dogma: Dark Arisen. I completely intended on doing some sort of fluff quest. I was in the mood for something like “Ser Branaugh hates seagulls because one pooped on him; kill 15 and receive a pointless reward”, and exploring the unexplored bits of my current map. Instead, by the time I put the console down at 9:45pm, I had just finished a two hour battle. TWO FUCKING HOURS. SOLO.

Then I talked to Shawshank, watched an episode of something on Netflix, and went to bed. Eventually.

Today, aside from laundry, we don’t have plans. I could go outside and paint, or stay inside and paint. Maybe I can convince my mother to watch some Netflix.