Allo, world. Happy…. *checks calendar* … Thursday. The skies are sunny and clear, but y’all know that shit’s a BIG FAT LIE. Shawshank turned on the heat yesterday. This morning, I woke up to my first wind advisory since my arrival.
We’re one step closer to having all the fun shit tech hooked up to the TV. We bought a 3-port HDMI plug so we can have the Chromecast, Switch, and DVD player connected at once. Unfortunately, we discovered after its delivery we’re lacking an HDMI cord to connect the plug to the TV. Of all the HDMI shit we have, we have nothing that’s not already attached to something else. We have plans to go out tomorrow afternoon, and we’ll find something then. The DVD player got disconnected after we watched The Batman so Shawshank could play games yesterday. For now, the Switch is disconnected; after a morning of Super Mario 64, the Chromecast let us watch the new Top Gun movie last night.
The cats get a little better with each other every day. If Pippen needs to walk by Chaucer, she will approach slowly and then sprint past him. When Chaucer needs to walk by Pippen, he slinks by her, never taking his eyes off her. At some point after dinner, Pippen might decide she wants to play, and will try to bait Chaucer into the slowest game of tag ever. Shawshank is working with Pippen to sit on the couch and come up onto the bed with us. Chaucer hissed at her so much when she tried to sit with us that she’s fairly traumatized now.
Shawshank just suggested I go up to the secondhand shop and buy a gown to lounge around fabulously. While it is a tempting thought, I don’t think any of the three would go with any of my warmer underthings*. We have no plans to get out of the house today. We might not even get dressed.
SLOTH MODE ACTIVATE
*There was an 80’s wedding dress with enough layers to get some good insulation.
