Hello, my peeps. Shawshank opened a window last night, turned my side of the bed, and I slept in again. I woke up to sunshine and a cat walking across my ass.
We enjoyed another lazy day at home. The most “out of the house” that happened was Shawshank walking out to the edge of the walkway during a late night game of “gunshots or fireworks?” He played Breath of The Wild all afternoon, and I worked on the technicolor dream coat. If everything is as I think, I have all the major pieces assembled. I need to iron everything, because there’s an imperial fuck-tonne of seams to press flat before I can do anything else.
The two of us spent most of the day confused about what day it was, since we switched around all the usual weekend business. Shawshank made us brunch, which set our mental calendars to Monday. On top of that, we didn’t go to his parents’ house for dinner, further fucking up the agenda.
We’re going out today – definitely not our normal shopping day. Our first stop will be Shady Acres, to pick up a sheet his mom is giving me to use as a liner on the patchwork kimono. Then, we’ll head out to Slightly BiggerTown to grab groceries, and check out a couple of shops. I expect I’ll be confused for the rest of the week. But, any calendarial confusion is worth the chance to visit the thrift store.
