Shawshank came inside from an after-dinner smoke. “If you want to put on shoes, you can poi, it’s not too bad outside”, he said. “Not too bad” is relative; the temp was about 0°f at the time.
Nonetheless, it was a fucking blast to be out there. I really need to have a few more nice nights like that, and the headphones.
This morning, Shawshank announced via text that I really needed to work on the painting for his boss. She won’t be in the shop on Friday, and there’s a decent possibility she could stay away on Thursday as well. I dressed and got to work.
That’s why there was no morning post. I finished just after Shawshank came home from work.
At least there was a good reason for my lateness.
I celebrated finishing by smoking more before framing the painting. Then we discovered the boxes we bought to wrap the paintings are too small, and I had to wrap this latest one in only paper. Regardless of wrapping, I’ll bring it up to the shop tomorrow sometime.
