Good morning, world. Happy Friday. Shawshank has today off. We went to bed last night with him gleefully announcing that he’d turned the alarm off. I’d taken some more of his melatonin, which seemed to help the night before. I forced myself to stay up a little later. God damn it, I was going to get a good fucking sleep last night.
I’ve been up since 5am.
I’m sitting in the dark right now, typing in the living room. I can hear Shawshank snoring in bed. I’ve yet to turn on the TV. I don’t want the volume to be up too high and wake him; he’s a much lighter sleeper than I am. But I turned the coffee pot on, and the coffee is ready for when he finally wakes up, so there’s that.
Yesterday wasn’t bad at all. It turned out to be package day at the post office. My birth control showed up, as well as the kigu I ordered before Halloween. The tracking numbers said they were delivered and I could have walked up to get them, but it was snowing and windy. Besides, if I had access to that plush before dinnertime, I would not have left the house.
We went out to the little diner on the edge of town for dinner last night. The owner came out of the kitchen as we walked in. She looked at us and asked if it was safe to ask if we wanted the usual. They hand make their burgers, and last night had me wondering if she makes them bigger for us every week. I swear, the amount of fries we get increases every week. Shawshank‘s method of fry management has evolved to use two plates. If we keep showing up every week, we’re going to end up in the diner’s gossip column.
After dinner, we went back home, and I tore into the big pack of kigus and we put them on. They’re not bad for half-price stuff from AliExpress. Both are snuggly as fuck.
We don’t have anything planned for today. Shawshank has the day off, and for the moment we’re both hanging out on the couch. That’s the best type of day off. Soak in the laziness today, because tomorrow we’ll be on the road early.
