Happy Friday, y’all. Today was one of the less bad mornings; I wasn’t up super early, and Chaucer was in a spot that allowed me a little movement. I was productive and edited video from yesterday. Winter is fucking us hard this morning…
…but we’re passing that bullshit across the border and making them suffer as well. IF WE SUFFER YOU SUFFER.
The cold temps put a damper on doing a smutty photoshoot yesterday. I put on some cheeky shorts and recorded myself doing squats, deadlifts, and shoulder presses. I’m paying the price today. My hamstrings are screaming this morning, and I’m sure I’ll be completely immobile by dinner.
Shawshank‘s closing tonight, so I’ll be doing my thing. Chicken nuggets and maybe arts and crafts. Tomorrow, he works in the morning, then we’ll go out and grab some groceries, and finally he can relax. We’re doing a mini Thanksgiving for us tomorrow night.
