It hasn’t been a good morning. It’s been a trying morning.
I logged into TikTok yesterday to do a morning makeup stream. A few people showed up to chat a little, but that’s about what I expected. I’m not a beauty guru, I don’t explain what I’m doing, unless it’s to say “trust me, it will look better in the end”.
When I finished and looked properly human, I played Factorio for a couple of hours. I encountered my first biter nest that actually attacked me (I play on peaceful mode, I don’t need that pressure). I wasn’t even that close to it. Unfortunately, the nest is pretty close to my starting area, and I’ll probably need to take care of it eventually. I also made several more pine cone feeders for the birds, but haven’t put them outside just yet, as I don’t seem to have gloves. I’m going to put on some of the latex gloves I use for my hair; at least I won’t be dealing with cold peanut butter in addition to the wind.
Shawshank came home in the afternoon, leaving me to put away some groceries while he shoveled the day’s accumulation off the walkway. The main roads aren’t as bad as those here in town, for the most part. They’re certainly not at the anxiety-inducing state they’ll be at later in the season. There are some hairy parts around intersections, but I can tune things out for the moment it takes to get through.
The whole trip took a couple of hours. Once we came home, we unpacked some of the bags and ate a late lunch. The afternoon went downhill shortly after our return; one of the potted plants had been knocked down onto the floor, probably Podrick’s doing. The pot managed to break my makeup mirror in its descent, and spilled soil inside my makeup bag. We were cleaning up as the news started to come in about a university campus shooting in my home state. I put a YouTube stream broadcasting the city’s scanner and listened to that while I transferred my makeup to a new bag.
We watched John Cena’s final match. It was a fantastic show.
Today is shaping up to be a typical Sunday. We’ll have brunch and go out to Shady Acres for dinner. I’ve been promised a bubble bath.
