Good morning, world. It is morning, no matter what the dark skies outside are trying to tell me. Chaucer is curled up on Shawshank‘s place on the couch, and Pippin is sleeping on the bed.
Unsurprisingly, Shawshank hasn’t posted this morning. I don’t know how he spent his hour before work. I’m sure yesterday’s post was typed up on nerves. Perhaps, there were less nerves this morning, thus no need to post. His first shift went ok. At least one complete stranger made a comment about him switching employers. It seems like he can expect things to be a repeat of when he first arrived in TinyTown: everyone knows who he is, and he knows no one.
I spent yesterday morning streaming on TikTok. One of the things I bought during our recent road trip to Walmart was a pack of warm tights. Sometimes I want to wear a skirt or a dress, something that’s “cute”. It might not be fancy, but a dress feels like a step up from “I pulled this out of the drawer” to me. The outfit was a hit. If I thought the white toenail polish was polarizing in chat, the reactions to the tights were even funnier. Half the viewers were fussing because they couldn’t see my toes. The other half were more excited about the tights than last week’s bare feet. I logged off when Shawshank came home, but changed into leggings and streamed for an hour before dinner.
I figure today will be more of the same. Shawshank should be home around 2pm. I already have an idea for dinner. For the moment, I’m going to refill my coffee cup and start doing makeup.
