Greetings, y’all. Monday has arrived, bringing with it clouds and coffee and a bad attitude. I’ve been awake, and I’ve been annoyed by it. Chaucer turned his nose up at the breakfast Shawshank provided, horking his displeasure onto a set of hand weights under the bed.
Our day of brunch of putterings was typical. Shawshank dealt with laundry and made breakfast. I had a waffle and some bacon. We took turns playing Torchlight II and went over to Shady Acres for dinner. Shawshank took down a shelf and put up a curtain rod. Tomorrow, we have plans to go over in the afternoon and factory reset one of their iPads.
He’s working the closing shift today, so we’ll spend the morning together. I’m mentally preparing for my solo evening. I don’t have any plans, but I’m looking forward to chicken nuggets. I’ll probably sew for a while, maybe play my games. If it’s nice enough, I’d like to go outside after dark. If not, I can turn the lights off in the house.
