Happy Friday, y’all. TGIF. I woke up around 6am again; I guess it’s better than 5, but it isn’t the solid, sleeping-in that I so desire. While Chaucer was insistent that we get up and check his dish immediately, I opted to let Shawshank sleep in a little extra. One of us should get to.
Shawshank handed me the remote before he left the house yesterday, with a suggestion to turn off the news. I loaded up Netflix and watched their new doc, “Secrets of the Neanderthals“. As someone who has read through the “Clan of the Cave Bear” book series an embarrassing number of times, it was a great little show. When that finished, I scrolled through my list with the intention of filling the afternoon with something else until it was time to stream. I ended up putting on “The Keepers”, which has been on my list for fucking forever. It’s a little slow, but it hooked me after an episode. I was sucked into watching five episodes and skipping the intended stream.
For the first time in weeks, Shawshank‘s schedule will allow us to go out to eat tonight. I’m thinking about installing my locs, I just need to pick some colors. At the same time, I need to shave the sides down, and I need to do that before the locs go in. Clippings get under the anchor points and make shit itchy as fuck, so I try to avoid touchup shaves. I can’t install the locs on wet hair, which means I’d have to put them in later, once everything dries, and I don’t wanna be doing that shit all fucking night.
