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Good morning, world. It’s a new week, and the sun is shining.

We enjoyed our Sunday at home, and played some BotW. Shawshank is madly prepping for the last battle. I played some as well; he wants me to get to the same point before he tries. I adventured in my typical fashion. In this case, I loaded the game with the intent of making a round of shopping to buy out all the arrows I could possibly find. After buying all the arrows in two towns, I forgot this task, finished a quest instead, and then decided to explore and find treasure chests.

An hour or two later, I put down the controller and we headed out to Shady Acres. We’re borrowing stuff this week. Shawshank asked to borrow their vacuum, because sometimes we feel like the robot needs an assistant. I took home a sewing machine and its things. I really want to upcycle some jeans into a skirt, and need to take in some booty shorts made for someone with more booty.

After dinner, we started receiving alerts that KP index conditions were right for aurora viewing. I laughed, because it was still daylight. Bright daylight.

Like, the sun hadn’t even set yet.

A 4% chance to see them is still a chance, we joked.

But the alerts kept coming all evening. Shawshank‘s phone would go off, then mine. He’d check the optimal viewing map, I’d look out one of the windows. Before one such alert-turned-smoke break, Shawshank showed me the app’s map, with TinyTown firmly in its prime aurora viewing area. I joked that I didn’t know why I kept looking out the window because I can’t fucking see them from inside the house anyway.

Outside the house, they were definitely visible.

After a couple of minutes of standing in the yard, Shawshank suggested we take the truck and head outside of town. I grabbed poi because WHEN WILL I GET THE CHANCE TO SPIN UNDER THE FUCKING NORTHERN LIGHTS EVER AGAIN. He took some absolutely gorgeous pics while I played with my balls under the lights. I can’t imagine seeing it in a lifetime when we didn’t know the science behind it. Even knowing the science, that shit’s fucking magic and no one can convince me otherwise.

Today is sloth day. Shawshank will make brunch, I’ll vacuum. He says he might put me down for a nap this afternoon to make up for being up early this morning. I went into the yard to take care of a bird who slammed into the front window and didn’t make it, but that’s it. No matter what we do, I’m not getting out of these jammies.