Good morning, y’all. We’ve been up, and the puttering has begun. It’s another cold morning in TinyTown.
I feel like there needs to be the frozen Saskatchewan prairie version of Crocodile Dundee’s “that’s not a noife”, but for cold. Because I know – I fucking know it in my bones – that this is not cold. No, this is just the start. These are the high temps we’ll be hoping for in 3 weeks.
We enjoyed a nice Saturday in the house. Shawshank got the laundry going, and we settled on the couch for the day. He put on “1883” so he could finish watching the episodes he missed when I started bingeing the series. A couple of episodes later he was caught up, and we joked about finishing the series (again).
It was a day spent mostly watching TV and rotting on the couch. It was cold, and the snow continued through the day without accumulating anything. The only time either of us left the house was when Shawshank ran out to the truck for bird seed and filled our feeder. I scrolled through Reddit and added color commentary to whatever he had on TV.
We have a little bit more on our plates today. Shawshank is going to shave the sides of my head and make us a delicious brunch. I’m going to set my hair on sponge rollers and leave it until tomorrow, ensuring I’ll have a delightfully feral look tomorrow. We’ll head out to Shady Acres in the afternoon, for dinner and maintenance.
