Good morning, world. It looks like it snowed a bit overnight, enough of a dusting to change the color of the road and not much else. We changed up the quilts on the bed, and I was much more comfortable. I still woke up, but I wasn’t absolutely dying in a puddle.
Yesterday was a lazy day. My sister and I texted each other with updates from our mom, comparing notes and trying to get a clearer picture of what’s happening. Mom was discharged in the afternoon. My sister is dealing with and keeping her on task with doctor appointments, or at least that’s the plan.
Shawshank set me up with the Switch controller and told me to make a new character on Skyrim. The new toon is a punch-cat: unarmed khajiit out there swatting at shit. In fact, I was given explicit instructions that she can’t pick up any ranged weapons. This rule includes the magical bound bow that I tried to use as a loophole in my last “don’t be a stealth archer” run. I’ve opted to really branch out, and haven’t really started the main quests. “Run to the city and warn them there’s a dragon!” they told me.
Sure, will do. And then I turned in the wrong direction and ran clear across the map just for a pair of gloves.
Shawshank is working today, so I’ll see what sort of things I’ll do.
