Hello, world. It’s Sunday, and I’m cold. I had a rough night, waking up a couple of times because I was uncomfortably not the right temperature. I couldn’t really tell you what the correct temp was supposed to be. Quite honestly, I don’t think my body could tell you what it wanted. Whatever it wanted, it didn’t get. I’d wake up overheating, then freeze. If I went under the blankets, I would overheat again.
I was crafty yesterday. Shawshank bought me a mini to paint, but she was damaged during shipment. I set up shop on the kitchen table with glue, tweezers, and my mad scientist headgear. Thankfully, while the bits are small, they’re nothing complicated. Unless that mini had been suspended in gel, I don’t think those parts would have survived an international shipment. I managed to get some of it fixed before Pippin hopped in my lap and made things difficult. Depending on my mood, I might try to finish it this afternoon.
Eventually, I settled in with Skyrim. My punch-cat managed to finally get to Solitude yesterday (I’ve been working my way westward, but keep side-questing). I watched an execution, sabotaged the lighthouse, then took out a pirate base. I really need to spend time building up my enchanting skill so I can make better boxing gloves.
Shawshank has work today, open to close, then he’ll have a day off to rest. At least it’s not a late closure, and we’ll get to have dinner together. I don’t have any plans, aside from bleaching my hair. I’m making chicken fajitas for dinner.
