Good morning, all ye girls, guys, theys and gays. It’s snowing. We were warned, it’s not like we woke up to surprise snow. Chaucer is pestering us for a spot to sleep, specifically in my lap. Pippin already rode around the kitchen on my shoulder.
Continuing with a week of being PRODUCTIVE AF, I spent about half my day “working”. After Shawshank left, I set about gathering a bunch of clothes and underthings I could use in photos. My initial plan was to set up a “cozy themed” shoot on the couch, with fluffy socks and an afghan. I nixed that idea when Pippin took over the couch. Instead, I pinned the backdrop in the right spot and set up my light. For the next hour or so, I switched out what I was wearing and shot about 100 pics. Chaucer sat in a perfect loaf on the cats’ bed just a bit outside of frame, watching with a bored, judgmental look the entire time.
Once I put clothes on again, I spent the next couple of hours editing the pics. I did everything, both color and cropping adjustments and watermarking. I also made a handful of pics with filters and shit, which will be recycled into Twitter/Blue Sky promos. I’m not sure what the total final count was, but I uploaded ~60 or so to the spank bank. Before the end of the night, I even scheduled a few posts.
Tonight’s Shawshank‘s last closing shift of the week, and with it goes his last week with a “typical” workweek schedule. Next week, he starts doing both opening and closing shifts, without a set day off. Since he’ll be out tonight, we’re pushing date night off until tomorrow. I’ll spend the afternoon setting up and scheduling another 50 posts to trickle out.
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