Greetings and beatings, y’all. We’re up. The sun is shining. Yay. I’ve been awake for a couple of hours, but in denial for part of that time. I’m not doing enough, I can go back to sleep if I just try harder. Chaucer snuggled me.
We enjoyed the laziest of days yesterday. Shawshank made brunch and puttered with laundry and chores. I tossed most of my locs into my satin pillowcase-bonnet, tied it closed, and Shawshank ran them through the washer with a load of clothes. I experimented with locking up some of the curly extensions I’d been wearing. They were frizzing and starting to lock up enough on their own when mixed with different styles. I just helped them along with the assistance of a tiny crochet hook. We watched some more “Bridgerton” while I messed with the fake hair. We finished up the second season, and started the most recent. Shawshank handled dinner.
Today’s Monday, and he has closing shifts for the first half of the week. I’m going to be human and figure my shit out as I go.
