Hello, world, we’ve hit midweekend. The outside world is bright, and both cats are soaking up the sunlight in the doorway. I don’t know what time I actually woke, but it was just after 5am when I got out of bed for some kleenex and a trip to the bathroom. I tried to go back to sleep, and I may have dozed a little, but it wasn’t enough. Any time Shawshank or I moved, I woke up again.
Yesterday was everything we expected it to be. Why, at this very moment, Shawshank is writing up a post about how dead it was at work, then went to Slightly BiggerTown for groceries. We didn’t deviate from the grocery list much, and the random things we forgot weren’t on the list in the first place. Our only other stop was a DQ to buy lunch.
I played some Skyrim in the afternoon, tidying up my quest log. Shawshank had finished the “In My Time of Need” quest the other day, but I hadn’t finished the last part of it. In most of my prior plays through, I’ve chosen the “help a sister out” path, generally losing Lydia in a bandit cave as a result. I planned to choose the “bitch please” double-cross this time around, however, so last week I made the trek westward to narc on a waitress. After I watched Shawshank complete the quest (also choosing “bitch please” path) the other day, I wondered if I could pull off a triple-cross. I’m pleased to say you can.
Today we do the Sunday routine. We’re going to Shady Acres for dinner and apple picking. I wouldn’t complain if I passed out on the couch after lunch, but I won’t expect it.
