Podrick woke us up this morning. He’s comfortable enough to cause trouble. I was struggling to get back to sleep when he decided he was a race car and our bed was his track. I heard Shawshank drop him onto the floor. *PLUNK* I dozed until Pippin came up later. The two of us had been building a routine where she would come into bed and cuddle on my chest. We were just getting started when we heard the sound of the mango menace as he fell out the back of the dresser drawer he’s been sleeping in.
There’s no rest when he’s awake.
I played more Skyrim yesterday. This particular run – the Punchcat – is mostly just exploring. I’m picking up quests as I go along. For the most part, my hetero lifemate Lydia and I are steadfastly refusing to deal with the Graybeards and their bullshit demands in a timely manner. But you’re the dragonborn! they say. I don’t care. I’m going fishing because a little girl wants a goldfish. We pick up quests, and walk around, and if we complete something, we’ll turn it in…. eventually. I turned in a few things this weekend simply because I was carrying way more bear skins and nirnroots than a normal traveler should ever need.
I have to work today, I need to schedule some posts. This is also a shoot week, so I need to think of what aesthetic I’m going with. Whatever it is, it needs to feature the big bedroom tapestry as a background, because I can’t shoot in the living room until Podrick is less psycho.
