Good morning, world. We’re up, and by golly THE SUN IS OUT. Shawshank even opened the back door and set the table out for Pippin. She’s been snuggled in a little ball at the foot of the bed, sleeping. I, on the other hand, have been awake since around 5am.
I didn’t do anything yesterday. We’ve had a spate of not-sunny days. It’s not rainy, the cloud cover doesn’t seem particularly dense. We might see a flake or two. The days are just gray. Bright, and gray. The weather’s killing my mood. I bleached my hair, then played Skyrim for the rest of the afternoon. I’m still not really progressing any particular quest lines. Everyone gives me quests, and punch-cat is like Pete Davidson’s “Chad” character on SNL.
The last big milestone I hit was doing the dragon attack outside Whiterun last weekend. I’d been putting it off; it was nice not dealing with random dragon attacks while walking around. Yesterday, I was treated to my first random dragon encounter: TWO FUCKING DRAGONS. I think Lydia and I got lucky, one dragon attacked the other. One of them landed, I punched it once, suddenly it was dead. I waited for the second dragon to attack, but it just flew around mocking me, then went on its way.
Also, I finally got a house, so I could stash my pile of ingredients and food. My packs are lighter.
