Good morning, world. I woke up in the pre-dawn hours to Mal sick. We both went back to sleep shortly thereafter. We snuggled. I’m going to miss that while I’m away.
Yesterday was decent and then it sucked. The weather was nice enough to hang my clothes out. I have yet to master this whole fabric softener vs. dryer sheets bullshit, eg. I don’t remember to put the fabric softener in, and probably couldn’t tell you where it goes anyway. Consequently, my jeans are pretty stiff. Whatever. My skivvies are clean. When Mom left for her friend’s house, I put my earbuds in and cleaned my bathroom. Once that was finished, I grabbed my poi and went outside. The weather was perfect for some outdoor playtime.
Unfortunately, there was an incident involving fire ants after about 30 minutes. With three bites on my feet, and two on my hands, I said “fuck all this”. I went inside and made a ramen bowl for lunch. I burnt a finger – one that was just stung, naturally – while draining the noodles. Because of course I fucking did, right?
At that point, I decided I wasn’t going to do anything that required a lot of thought. I found my stylus and worked on some painting prep on the laptop, tracing out the lines for some future projects. After, since I was still protesting the outdoors and its creatures, I traced those lines onto paper.
We don’t have anything planned for today. No appointments, no laundry, no shopping. Thankfully, whatever bites I received on my hands have disappeared overnight. I think I’ll be working on the gift paintings. If I can finish the one that’s almost finished, I can start on one of the others.
