Happy Valentine’s Day y’all. The household is up. Chaucer is laying between Shawshank and I, his chest on my foot, purring. We’d done the gift exchange before the coffee had finished brewing. I gave Shawshank a new hoody and some Lego, and he gave me a super slinky black dress and snacks. Now, we have coffee and cats.
I managed to make some headway on my little vest, sitting down at the sewing machine to work on the top stitching after Shawshank went to work yesterday. It was a battle. The white thread found its way into the trash bin (it knows what it did). I sewed three hooks on my little vest. I would have done more, but I’d managed to snip a fingertip just enough to leave a tiny little cut and it hurt to hold the needle. At this rate, I’ll never finish it. I would have made a terrible peasant.
I played some Just Dance, streaming it on Clapper. The dancing kept me moving for an hour or so, and I managed to eek out at least one high score. Traffic to that stream is very, very low. I think I logged out with roughly 300 viewers. The only comment I got was from a guy who politely suggested I do it in my underwear. I was in a strappy bathing suit top and genie pants. It’s -25°F, he should consider it lucky I’m not in a snowsuit. After dinner, I played Slay the Spire and harassed TikTok. They’ve changed the gift system, and I have no idea what I can expect from the random tips anymore.
We’re kicking it at home today. It’s a good day to kick it.
