Good morning,world. Podrick’s up, so we’re up. The sun isn’t up.
I didn’t do smutty things yesterday. Instead, I moved the pirate chest out of its footrest position so that I had some floor space and played some Just Dance. I played a couple songs before my body said girl, it’s been so long, your warm-up playlist might need a warm-up playlist. I’m pretty sure I angered both a shoulder and a knee during the four songs I danced to before I put the joy-con back on the charger.
After my short-lived dance party, I set up the tripod and light and checked in with TikTok. I streamed, chatted, and played some Skyrim. Pippin de Skippitypaps, my khajhiit, hit level 45 at some point in a dungeon. I made a side trip to drop off an armor set and some weapons at one of my houses, and sold a few things. Skyrim-Pippin remains unconcerned with the civil war and reappearance of the dragons.
Since the loss of Lydia in a cave, I’m still running around solo. Shawshank said that means it’s time to do the vampire quests and pick up Serana, which is what I’d usually do. As much as I like her as a follower, I fucking hate the Dawnguard quests. For the time being, I’m conjuring ghosts to help me.
Shawshank has today off. We’re going out to stock up on the groceries we need to get through the next couple of weeks. We’ll grab lunch and other goodies, come home, and be lightly slothy for the rest of the day.
