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Hello, and welcome to Monday. The skies are gray, things are wet, and the WIFI is spotty. All that combined means it’s just another typical day in the grass. Unfortunately, I had another early morning. I was warm again. The night before last, we slept under one quilt, but agreed it wasn’t enough. Last night, we went under all the covers, and that was too much for me. I tried to go back to sleep when Shawshank got up to use the bathroom, but it didn’t work. Tonight, maybe not all the covers.

We enjoyed our lazy Sunday. Shawshank jumped into Tears of The Kingdom pretty early in the day. He’s far more along than I am. I think I overdid it when we first got it, and I don’t think I had played for a few days when the dock died. I assumed a human form, then watched him play and scrolled until lunchtime or so, when I got to take a turn with the Switch.

Shawshank loaded up Witcher 3 so Ciri could do battle with the crones for the 15th time. We both agreed I probably wouldn’t be nearly as frustrated with dying if I didn’t have to deal with the cut scene. I’ve been attempting to win this fight for three days now. I can’t handle more than 4-5 tries before I give up because I don’t want to spend the extra 20 seconds starting at the top of the path again. I “skipped” the dialog as much as I could, and surprisingly beat the bitches on the first try. From there, one more fight, which was anticlimactic as fuck. I resumed standard game play and went back to running around. Shawshank likes watching me play, so he keeps tabs on my health and I try to explain things and show him interesting shit.

Today is Sloth Day. The coffee is flowing, and Shawshank just refilled my mug. We’ll have a fucking delicious brunch with eggs and waffles. I’m considering a post-brunch bubble bath, and probably some sewing. It’s not like we’re leaving the house.