Morning, y’all. Shit’s gray out; not entirely unexpected. We smoked under slightly cloudy skies last night. Not much has changed in 8 hours. However, we woke up with both cats in bed with us- a rare treat until the cold really sets in.
We did mostly nothing yesterday. Shawshank didn’t want to shop right after work, because this week has been crazy for him. He went into work early so he could come home at lunchtime, and spent the rest of the afternoon playing No Man’s Sky. I set up a tripod pointed at my feet, loaded up the Clapper app, and gave myself a mani/pedi. Someone sat in that stream for over an hour, never said a word, and just watched my feet. I only made $1, but my nails look nice.
I played some of my own No Man’s Sky. Once again, we can see how different our play styles are. Shawshank has an absolute shitload of money and a fancy new ship. In contrast, I’m mostly broke and still running around on my first ship. He’s smuggling shit through galaxies, while I don’t think I’ve really left the one I started in. Whenever one of us reaches any sort of in-game milestone it plays some musical fanfare that sounds like the Downton Abbey theme. It doesn’t matter how often it happens or which of us is playing, my brain thinks that’s what I’m hearing.
We’ll head out to Slightly BiggerTown later this morning, to make up for not going yesterday. Normally, we’d go out to Shady Acres for dinner, but Shawshank‘s mom has a migraine. She cancelled before we got out of bed, so once we’ve finished shopping, we’re done for the day.
