This morning is that magical weather conditions where it’s not cool enough for the cats to snuggle up to us, but not warm enough to keep them docile. Instead, they’ve been awake since before 6am, running around the house like little demons. Shawshank yelled at Pippin for trying to scale a pile of clothing and plushies, attempting to look out the bedroom windows. There was feline chaos, the likes of which we haven’t seen since the cooler Spring weather.
I almost lost my TikTok account yesterday morning. I was doing my makeup, as usual. Unfortunately, I made a mistake, and wore a light pink romper and similarly colored sweatpants. Between the light colors, my lighter complexion, and my cleavage, I’m pretty sure TikTok’s system thought I was naked and covered in dinosaur pasties. As a result, I got warned to kill the feed or get a ban. I killed the feed and put on a hoody instead.
Later, during the regular afternoon streaming bullshit, I wore pants. Someone came in and complained I didn’t have the skirt on. Sorry dude. I told him I was laying low for the moment and he had to wait for #freethecheeks Friday.
On Monday evening, our neighbor was outside after dinner. She was sitting on her patio while we stood on our stoop and smoked. I thought she looked upset, but she went inside shortly after we came out and I didn’t think much of it. An hour or so later, we’re all back outside again. She’s sitting on her back steps, but she laid back on them suddenly and Shawshank asked if she was ok. She told him she was having some chest pains, but her daughter was on her way to pick her up and she’d be fine and not to worry. Not more than a minute or two after we came inside, I heard some car doors and saw her leave. Yesterday, Shawshank came home for lunch with bad news. She died. We were the last people in town to talk to her. I feel terrible. The news certainly put a damper on the rest of the day.
I’m going to try to make today a better day. I think I’m going to work on some pants. With tomorrow’s impromptu popup shop at the restaurant, I’d like to have at least one more pair of leggy pants ready.
