Hello, world. It’s a lovely Sunday morning. Freezing rain in the forecast, cloudy skies, I fucking know you’re jealous.
I didn’t post yesterday, although I did want to. I started my morning routine a little earlier; Shawshank would be home around lunchtime, and we were going out. I played “Persona 5” and added to my spoiler-buffer before he came home. I intended to write something up on the drive out to Slightly BiggerTown, but the roads were shitty. We still drove out there, but I kept my eyes closed and a very firm grip on the door handle.
Today is Sunday. The laundry is already in the washer, and Shawshank will make brunch in a couple of hours. Pippin is playing with a pipe cleaner, Chaucer snuggled between his two humans. We’ll go out to Shady Acres this afternoon, then the workweek starts up again tomorrow.
