Good morning, and happy Saturday, my friends. I’ve been dozing since just after Shawshank came back to bed this morning. The cats did cat things on us.
Yesterday wasn’t too bad. Shawshank had work. I spent the morning becoming a human and watching the Murdaugh trial. After lunch, I hauled seemingly half the tech into the bathroom for a live stream:
- 1 phone for video
- 1 phone for music
- Bluetooth speaker
- laptop
- every LED toy in the house
I wanted to watch the trial, but no one wants to watch a naked chick in the tub with a true crime soundtrack, so I muted the trial and listened to a very eccentric playlist shuffle. No one watched anyway. Their loss.
Later in the afternoon, I loaded up Breath of The Wild for the afternoon, which is how Shawshank found me when he came home with the mail at 5pm. He fed the cats while I opened up five packages of shit from China. I put my boots on, and we headed out to the diner for date night. We had the usual. However, my mother-in-law called the diner in the afternoon and told them that my birthday is on Sunday, and would they possibly have some cake or pie for me? And that’s how I finished my Friday dinner with some Saskatoon berry pie with ice cream for dessert.
Shawshank has a morning shift. I’m going to assume a human form, and see if anything from China fits properly.
