rewards

It’s Sunday. My days are a little off; for some reason I thought yesterday was Friday. But today is Sunday, not Saturday, which means today is The Puttering: household tidying and basic chores. And it’s a dreary day for puttering, all drab and gray and drizzling. The cats snuggled us in bed before the alarm went off.

I did another bullshit gaming stream on TikTok while Shawshank worked yesterday. I started off with Skyrim, because I had that cave to get into. Unfortunately, what I thought would be a decent dungeon run was no more than three bandits and bad loot. I switched over to Hades, which has an endless supply of shit to smack. It also has a phenomenal soundtrack and the benefit of making me a lot more animated.

So I sat there on the couch, in my comfy clothes, and teased the hell out of a handful of horny foot dudes. At that point, I had at least one dude begging to see my soles, and someone else going crazy over my toes. They’re in my DMs on both TikTok and Instagram.

I stepped on a stuffed dinosaur for them. That was as far as I was going to go because of the TOS. I need to move my ass over to the Clapper app where I can be nasty without getting banned. TikTok really hates feet.

After Shawshank came home, we pretty much just vegged out on the couch. He played some Tears of The Kingdom for a while. I made a dinner of chicken fajitas, which he thought were great but I thought were pretty meh. He put on Star Trek: First Contact while I washed the day’s dishes.

Shawshank‘s starting the laundry. That’s my cue to change clothes. We’re going to Shady Acres for dinner tonight, so I need to be a human today.