Morning, y’all. What day is it? I have no idea, to be honest. I can see the date, but the screen display only shows the date. Is it Tuesday? I think today is Tuesday. I’m going to go with Tuesday until someone shows me otherwise.
Aside from my trip out to the vet with Chaucer, I had no reason to leave the house. The skies were still clear and sunny when I came back to the house, and I knew they wouldn’t take much time to dry on the line. I checked the clothes in the middle of the afternoon and decided they were dry enough. I’ve been here long enough to know better than to leave them on the line if they don’t need to be outside. As it was, even though it was still pretty much cloudless and sunny, it started to pour while I was taking things down.
Since most of the latter half of the day was raining, I didn’t want to go outside and spin poi. I miss catches too often to play when the ground is wet. I can’t hold onto things properly when they’re damp. Instead of making poi videos, there’s now at least three clips of me on Tiktok bemoaning my inability to twerk.
Last night, I completely crashed. I chatted with Shawshank, and watched about 30 minutes of Netflix. Once I’d established that I absolutely was not going to make it through the last third of my show, I set up the headphones and a long-ass meditation video. Chaucer saw me getting ready and made it clear he wanted to be close for the night. I arranged the blanket and got into a position we’d both be comfy in, Chaucer settled onto me, and we were fast asleep before the video even started the breathing exercises in the beginning.
Today’s weather is promising. Mom already has a load of wash running. I plan on overdressing for the day, simply because I fucking can.
Sometimes overdressing is fun, and fine 🙂