Good morning, Friday. We’re up. Podrick came to bed at his normal time, then peeped at my head until I moved the quilt and gave him access to a hand. He cuddled until Shawshank‘s alarm went off, then ran out with hopes of breakfast. When Shawshank didn’t feed him immediately, he returned to the bed. We snuggled for a few more minutes, but he was too awake to keep still, so I got up.
Shawshank and I played “Balatro” all day yesterday. He started in the morning, while I poked through my Fansly stats and updated the numbers on things until after lunch. I pulled a white stakes win on the Anaglyph Deck out of my ass with the assistance of Mr. Bones in the final hand. Eventually, I switched to the Painted Deck. I really like switching between the decks, it forces you to think differently.
I’m not 100% certain what I’ll do today. The skies have clouded over and the pollen is getting to me this morning. I’m not sure if it will be worth going outside to spin today. I’ll assume a human form, then wait until the cats sleep and take some pics, and maybe set up a Clapper stream. Shawshank will be home before dinner, which means I need to find something for us to eat tonight.
