Good morning, world. It’s Tuesday, and dark.
We enjoyed our slothy day. I fired up the game while Shawshank made brunch for us. I played Divinity: Original Sin II for most of the earlier part of the day, continuing the story with my undead elf. While I do enjoy a good button-mashing game, sometimes you just want a slower pace and some tactics. I think I had to deal with two bigger fights, and both required reloading midway through when shit went pear-shaped.
Later, I handed off the controller to Shawshank and started working on dinner. He had asked me to make meatballs and sauce this week. I love homemade meatballs, but I’m also lazy. We bought premade balls, but I made a good sauce from scratch. They simmered on the stove for a couple of hours while Shawshank played No Man’s Sky. I made a pot of bowtie pasta and toasted up some garlic bread, and we had a proper fucking dinner. We stashed the leftovers in the freezer for another day.
I tried to play Skyrim after dinner. I’m still trying to get through the ruins, and wanted to do that before I stream the game again. At this point, I’ve accepted that either the quest is bugged, or I left a quest object along my way. After 45 minutes of retracing my steps and increasing frustration, Shawshank put me in a bubble bath. I have one or two things I need to check before I consider restoring an old save. Honestly, I should probably reload it anyway.
Today is the official start of Shawshank‘s “decompression” week. We’re planning to go out to the secondhand shops, and maybe shop for a tiny Thanksgiving dinner this week. I’ll spend a couple of hours later tonight making a new graphic for his old shop’s website, and adjusting the inventory prices.
