Good morning, and happy Sunday. We’re up. We’re having coffee. The cats are doing their cat things. I’ve been awake for a couple of hours, doing my thing in bed, doom scrolling. I didn’t wake up for any particular reason(s). It was just seems like my body firmly believes that 5pm is a perfectly ideal time to wake up.
I played Just Dance after Shawshank left for work yesterday. Most of the heat of last week has broken a bit. The temperature difference is only about 10°🦅, but it’s almost enough to perform my vigorous flailing. Aside from making a bad choice when it came to the pants I wore, it was a pretty good run.
I just need to share this score. It’s not a high score record but it’s a perfectly ⭐awesome⭐ score nonetheless. I played a few of the newly released songs for the first time. They’re not too bad for the most part. At the risk of sounding like some of the nut jobs in the fandom, I need to know who made the decision to label Lady Gaga’s “Paparazzi” as a “medium” difficulty level. It’s so stupidly simple that I did it once and added it to my warm up playlist. There’s only about five moves.
Shawshank‘s working the whole weekend, and we both know our internal clocks will be completely borked. Traditional Saturday shopping and Sunday putterings happened on Friday. Even though he went to work in the morning, I had it in my head that he would be home around 9pm for a good portion of the afternoon. He has tomorrow off, so we’ll have brunch on Monday for the first time in forever. Everything after Tuesday is going to be confusing.
Today will probably be similar to yesterday. Confusion and games.
