Good morning, world. It’s another sunny one out there. The door is open, and Pippin is enjoying a breeze. I ripped up some moldy bread and tossed it out onto the patio for some birds. I doubt they’re close enough to know it’s there, but I hear a bunch of crows cawing their heads off nearby. The thought of them swooping down for a snack and scaring the everloving shit out of Podrick delights me.
I played Civ for a while yesterday afternoon. I’m treating it like SimCity, fucking with the game’s settings, making shit low pressure. I finally figured out how to buy missionaries, allowing my religion – Brother, May I Have A Spoon? – to drive the Catholics out of the Canadian empire. In another map, I started on a continent that stretched vertically pole to pole, with water on both sides. I happily built my wonders in three cities before I made contact with anyone else.
Later, I started my embroidery project. It took a few rows of stitches, but I got back in the swing of things. Surprisingly, Podrick left me alone while I did it. Instead, it was Pippin who investigated, decided I was devoting too much attention to crafts, and sat on my arms.
Shawshank has today off. It’s going to be a nice day.
