Good morning, y’all. Happy Sunday. I had a moment in bed where I was very confused about the day, specifically which day it was. These things happen when you’re old and there’s a blip in the routine. We went to a Friday afternoon BBQ, and Shawshank closed that night. Then he moved the Sunday putterings to Saturday morning, which we followed with a delayed Date Night. Shawshank has a closing shift tomorrow. My internal calendar will recover, eventually.
Shawshank helped me take out my locs, as I can’t snip the tiny elastics out on my own. I can’t see them. My eyes don’t swivel like a chameleon’s, and I don’t trust myself to do it in a mirror. We didn’t plan things very well. I planned to take a shower right after, but all of the towels were in the washer already. Instead, I spent half the morning looking like a fancy chicken.
Aside from some final fucking with the new locs, I did nothing productive. I brushed and washed my hair in the most glorious shower I’ve had in a month. We watched some “Outlander” and “X-Files“. I played “Monster Hunter: Rise” for a few hours. Later, I edited a video featuring Chaucer.
We have some minor plans today. Shawshank decided I need to leave the house so we’re going to a farmer’s market this morning. Later, we’ll go out to Shady Acres for dinner. I’ll probably install the new hair either Monday or Tuesday, but we need to shave the sides of my head first.
