Hello, world. Today is Thursday, no matter how much our bodies have been telling us we’re a day ahead of things this week. TinyTown‘s skies are overcast with snow flurries, but we’ve hit 4°🦅, so there’s that. Unfortunately there’s a fair amount of breeze, so there’s probably not going to be any poi outside right now. If I could retain some of the heat from bed, I think I’d be fine. I get out of bed and put on comfy clothes and I think there’s a span of time between bed and real clothes where the comfy clothes aren’t as warm as bed and I just never “recover”. Maybe tomorrow I’ll get dressed right away.
We all know that’s bullshit, but whatever. I can say it. Maybe if I say it, I’ll actually do it.
Accountability and all that happy crappy.
I dropped off the painting at Shawshank‘s work yesterday morning. His boss gave me a hug and almost cried, she loved it. Shawshank said she showed it to everyone who walked in the door. She gave him an Amazon gift card and some beer. There’s some tentative plans to get together for dinner before I leave.
Today, I don’t have to be anywhere, and we’re not going out. Shawshank‘s bragging about wrapping a present for me at work. In about an hour or so, the afternoon will be mine. I plan on finishing the little bit of wrapping left here, doing the dishes, and then possibly painting some of my own miniatures.
Maybe the wind will die down.
