Fuck yes, it’s Friday. It’s glorious already. I felt Shawshank kiss me goodbye when he left. Then, I dozed that sort of sleep where you sleep, and you know you’re sleeping, but your brain is whackadoo at the same time. The cats moved around the bed. My sleep-brain processed it like a high-speed video clip shot in an empty airport, the scene focused on two unrelated people’s movements on an overnight layover. I woke up around 7am, and lazed about for another 30 minutes because I was cozy.
I spent yesterday being ridiculous.
Shawshank came home in the afternoon. He played his game until dinner-ish time, and I edited videos. Unfortunately, the typical evening routine is quashed by having to wake up early. Shawshank went to bed after a snack of cookies and a round of TikTok videos. I stayed up for a bit longer, and played my game.
Today will probably be more of the same. Shawshank will be home around lunchtime. It’s date night, and maybe I’ll nap this afternoon.
