Good morning, world. It’s overcast out there, with a big ol’ orange sun glaring ominously through the cloud cover. Could be wildfire smoke, could be clouds. Who knows? I’ve been up since maybe 5, but definitely 6am. Podrick snuggled and was a perfect plushy for a while. I think I fell asleep cuddling him in my arms.
He desperately wanted to be on the cat bed in the window yesterday, but Pippin was on it already. He jumped onto the shelf and pounced on her. I’m really trying to stop him from bullying her like that, so I pulled him off her and put him back on the floor. Approximately two minutes later, he was back up there, pinning her again. I was a little firmer this time, giving him a little scruff while grabbing him up off the shelf and redepositing him on solid ground. I had just finished texting Shawshank about how pissed Pod was I wasn’t letting him have the nest when Podrick jumped on the shelf and went into worm mode. Before I could stop him, he was in the little bed with her, being as cute as possible.
They stayed like that for about 10-15 minutes.
I spent the evening painting. Shawshank went to work in the afternoon, and I decided the come hell or high water, I was fucking doing something. There is no shortage of minis in the house to paint, so I grabbed two and primed them while the wind was gone. I tracked down all the paints and supplies I wanted, without needing to text Shawshank for help finding things. I cleared some space on the kitchen table for paints and working, making sure I had space for my phone and laptop. Aside from a heart-stopping point when the stream shut down and I thought I’d been banned again, I just chatted and painted. The cats mostly let me work in peace.
Today is brunch-chore-SOCIALIZING! day. Shawshank‘s cousin and aunt are visiting Shady Acres this weekend, so I’ve been told to get a bit higher than usual so I’ll interact with people. I’m mentally preparing for another round of “so what are you doing these days?”. I can’t get too much higher than normal. There’s a fine line that’s easily crossed; one extra pull on the vape is the difference between “I have an Etsy shop” and “I make clown porn”.
