Greetings and saturations, y’all. A bleak sun is rising on a new week. The Monday is upon us. I think I actually slept through most of the night. We went to bed at the regular time, and at first I thought I was going to have some trouble falling asleep. However, Shawshank rolled over, then I rolled over, and we both crashed. I woke up once overnight, unwrapped the tentacles from around my neck, and went back to sleep. I didn’t wake up again until Shawshank kissed me goodbye.
Nothing happened yesterday. We had a delicious brunch, I played 45 mins of Just Dance, and Shawshank handled the weekly putterings. By that point in the afternoon he had no attention span for TV, so he told me to play my game. I ran a couple of dungeons in Torchlight II while he napped. Unfortunately, while I would have happily ransacked caves and grottos all afternoon, I was also in danger of falling alseep, and then no one would be there to wake up Shawshank on time.
Because why set a damned alarm, amiright?
Shawshank has the morning shift today, and the weather looks like it might be less depression-inducing than it has been. Maybe I can go outside and play in the sunshine. I should probably get my flow on.
