eight more

eight more

Welcome to the weekend. The morning is sunny, and my weather app predicts the day will continue to warm up. Neither of us has slept well this week, so the two of us got positively zooted last night in an effort to make it through the night. I made it through most of the night, but was roughly pulled out of sleep by a leg cramp.

I spent a good part of yesterday working on Etsy. It’s a whole process. I find it easier to upload listing photos from my phone, but everything else is easier on the desktop. I end up cloning a current listing, uploading the new pics, and saving the item as a draft. Once I have several drafts, I switch to the desktop to edit all the particulars for each item, and organize each listing’s pics. At this point, I set up a live stream on Tiktok, because FUCK YEAH NO EFFORT PROMO. Chaucer sat next to me, and I measured pants and edited each listing. Since I’ve been sitting on this most recent batch of pants, I had a whole lot of work. I put up everything that was ready to go: eight listings.

By the time the afternoon rolled around, I fired up the stream and enjoyed some afternoon spin time. I didn’t spin for as long as usual; the afternoon was warm and the living room was quickly heating up. I signed off, edited a couple of promos for the pants instead, and uploaded them to the socials.

We had a good date night and went out for dinner as usual. The cook we haven’t seen in months swapped shifts and was working, so she came out and greeted us. She gave me a trash bag stuffed with a fleece fitted sheet; could I make some fleecy winter pants for the owner? Hell yeah, I can try.

Shawshank‘s shop closed for the holiday weekend. He has today off, making this “September long” actually long for him. We’re driving out to Slightly BiggerTown today for weed and lunch. We’ll figure out how we’ll spend the afternoon, and enjoy our weekend.

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