Good day, fuckers. We’re up, we’re caffeinating. The sun is up, the skies are clear, and the house smells like vinegar (wait what?). Podrick is Podricking. He made a few trips up to the bed this morning, laying across my chest with his head under my chin, forcing his cuddles on me. Once he started messing with shelf items, I locked him out of the bedroom, reset my earbuds, and dozed.
I didn’t try to mess with my setup before last night’s stream. I briefly tried to see what angles were possible, but didn’t go so far as to actually set up the tripod for a proper experiment. Shawshank burst into the house half an hour after he’d left for work to change his clothes after a diesel spill. I was still in the middle of setting up, so I kept out of his way, and let him do what he needed to do so he could go back.
Shawshank‘s home today, and we’re taking the day off. The diesel clothes are in the washer, and we’re going to figure out what to eat. I’ll deal with my hair and bleach my roots. It looks like the afternoon will be above freezing, and we need to replace some of the peanut butter feeders.
