Hello, world. It’s Sunday, and it’s also hella sunny out there. Shawshank slept in this morning. I stayed in bed, awake, until one of the cats woke him. Why the fuck would I get up and sit alone in the living room? What’s the point, when I can be warm and cozy in the bed?
Yesterday was a slow day. The weather was beautiful, but windy. In the morning, I washed my locs out in the tub, then hung them to dry over the shower curtain rod. They smell like lavender fabric softener now. I was impressed with how well they held up in the tub and how quickly they dried out. Once they were dried, I spent most of the afternoon cleaning/tightening them up with a crochet hook while we watched “Buffy“. I’m thinking of giving them a quick hit with my hair iron to reseal and tidy the ends a little.
If the wind had given up, we might’ve been able to take some pants pictures. Unfortunately, while a breeze might be nice to puff the pants up a little, there’s a point where the wind is too strong and the pants turn into a spinnaker sail. It’s not a good look. Instead, we took a walk out to the little grocery in town to pick up some lunch and dinner stuff.
Today is brunch day. Shawshank is going to make us something yummy, and then we’ll figure out what to do for the day. I’m going to get dressed.
