Hello, morning. It’s a snowy Tuesday. The sunshine is gone. Winter 3.0 is here.
We were vegetables yesterday. Shawshank made brunch for us. I spent much of the afternoon playing Skyrim, he played Hearthstone on his phone. I finished a couple of quests, but spent much of the time walking along the riverbank, looking for fucking nirnroot plants. There’s a shiny new sword hanging on the wall in Myrwatch.
We pulled the air compressor out of the closet. I’ve been wanting to clean off the Warhammer minis. They have 3 years of dust on them, because all those fiddly bits snag any duster we’d try to use. Shawshank pulled it out and set it up on the back steps so I could blow the dust off the figures. It worked out pretty well. Unfortunately, I could only clean a couple of minis; it was too cold outside to be blowing compressed air at my hands. Compared to the Dewalt compressor I sold back in 2020, the one I brought up here may as well be silent. I can run it inside without a problem, and stay warm. I could stream the process; I’m sure the guys with the giantess fetish would enjoy it.
We’re going thrifting today. Winter is finally getting to me, and I’ve got a bit of cabin fever lately.
