I woke last night to the sound of thunder. How far off? I dozed and wondered. I wondered, because there wasn’t any lightning that I saw, so I couldn’t judge the storm’s distance from us.
I’ve been up since around 5am again. I was way too warm, everything felt clammy. Neither cat was with us. Pippin managed to get into the bedroom closet at some point overnight, and built herself a flannel cocoon. I stayed in bed for a while, but got up around 8 to feed cats and caffeinate myself. I let Shawshank sleep in.
Yesterday, I was productive. Knowing the last load of pics sent to the spank bank is reaching the end of its scheduled run, I spent half the afternoon taking pics. Once I’d finished, I spent the rest of it editing things. I made it through the majority of photos, as well as made a bunch of promos. I dumped everything I had – roughly 60ish media bits – into the vault, and rewarded myself with chicken nuggets. Hours later, while streaming on TikTok, I noticed I entirely forgot to do my brows when I did my makeup in the morning. I doubt my subscribers will notice.
Now, all I need to do is schedule things.
Today, we’re going shopping. It’s shopping week. We’ll brave the wind, drive out to Slightly BiggerTown, get shit done, and come home.
