Happy Saturday, loves. We’re up early- both of us. Canada is still on fire, and while we’re not getting the smoke, I think I’m getting something. Additionally, every male plant within a 50km radius is spewing forth a torrent of flora-spunk into the air. I’ve been awake since around 5:30am. I attempted to edit some TikTok clips, but my headphones had no charge. I quietly surfed Reddit instead. Unfortunately, the allergies had me coughing a bit, and I woke Shawshank.
I spent much of yesterday morning following the new vacuum around the house while it tried to pull things into its maw. I retrieved a foam soccer ball once, and “unstuck” the unit when it got hung up on an edge. When it finished, I assumed a human form, had lunch with Shawshank, and watched the news about Trump’s indictment. I streamed in the afternoon, and actually had a relatively ok time. The weather cooperated. With the temps and humidity out of the oppressive range. I didn’t feel like I was dying while spinning, and I was actually in a sociable mood. I peopled. It was nice.
We went out for dinner. I don’t know why those fucking burgers are so good. The fries were perfectly crispy in ways McDonald’s can only dream of achieving. Later, I wanted to go outside after dark. “Dark” isn’t until after 9pm. The breeze was a bit cooler than I wanted to play in, so I stayed inside.
The heat really broke overnight. I felt a little chilly before bed, and we both slept under the quilts. We woke up with both cats in the bed with us, snuggled into our legs. While we’ve since moved out to the couch, Chaucer is still snuggling between us. Winter is coming.
Shawshank has an easy shift today. He’ll be home in the afternoon, and we don’t have any plans to leave town. I’m going to get dressed and be human, just in case things change.
