Good morning, world. The sun is coming up. The new week has begun.
The weekend was slow and relaxing. Shawshank made brunch and dinner. We both played a couple of hours of Torchlight. I spent about 20-30 minutes outside, soaking up sunlight, looking like a fool in a tank top while others are out in at least a hoodie. I didn’t even try to record anything.
My mother called right after I woke up this morning. I hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet, the sleep mask was still on. My sister called Friday and chewed me out for not calling anyone, only texting. I hate talking; unless you’re leading the conversation, I will be quiet and awkward, or worse, infodump. Don’t ask me to actually call people for conversation. Needless to say, I’ve spent the weekend dreading the call, because I am literally the worst daughter ever.
It was nice to chat, she does it right. I planned to call her tonight. Shawshank‘s parents are on their way to the city for a hospital consult and I was going to call with an update.
I think it’s time to do the human things. If I don’t, I’ll never move.
