Good morning, world. We’re up and about. Woke up on the right side of the dirt this morning, as the old men visiting the pharmacy would tell me. I woke up with Podrick standing on me. He left for a little while, then returned for some “momma time”. After he satisfied his need for cuddles and sucking my thumb, he moved on to cause trouble. I dozed.
Our Saturday was nice. Shawshank went to work in the morning. I assumed a human form, loaded up Skyrim, and went on TikTok for a little while. I grabbed two more stones of Berenzia, bringing my total to 13. We watched Friday night’s wrestling and ate lunch. I also edited some content from last week; I’ll upload it today or tomorrow. We made taco nachos for dinner– I cooked up some taco meat, and Shawshank was in charge of assembling the nacho mound in layers.
We watched more wrestling while we ate some damned tasty nachos. Eventually, Pod fell asleep on the back of the couch, and I moved onto the floor to cut some fabric. I cut the main bits of my costume’s apron before he woke up to supervise. Once he was on the floor, it was a bit more difficult to mark fabric and cut. Knowing I’d never manage to unroll a measuring tape – let alone stretch out the material – without breaking Pod’s brain, I opted to pack things up for the night. I can lock him up and cut the rest of it today, then press and pin what I can. The more I press and prep today, the less likely I’ll be to bitch about tomorrow.
Shawshank has today and tomorrow off. We’re going out to Shady Acres today. It’s a bit gray, but it’s not wet, and it’s probably one of the last days he’ll be able to safely get onto their roof to clean the stovepipe. The snow is coming.
