Good morning, world. Happy Tuesday. If you’re USA-sian and able to do so, go do your civic duty and vote and shit.
I had another absolute donkey shit of a sleep. First, I woke up around 12:30am. However, not all was lost: I brought my phone into the bedroom with me, just in case I needed the sleepytime playlist. I popped the earbuds in, pressed 
PLAY, and tried to achieve some level of comfort.
Nothing.
I stayed awake until nearly 2am, tossing and turning. At first, there were some SNAFUs with the playlist. Once I straightened those out, I was able to relax a bit and almost find some sleep. Unfortunately, there was still a lot of tossing and waking and general uncomfiness. I was either too warm, or just couldn’t find a good position. Eventually, I did fall asleep, only to wake up at some point when the batteries died in the earbuds. Giving up completely at that point, I left the dead earbuds in, and attempted to sleep once more.
We had a decent day in the house yesterday. For the most part, we hung out on the couch. Shawshank walked out to the farm store and bought some oil. We let the truck warm up for a bit, then we went back out and bought some food. He made us a delicious brunch of bacon and eggs and hash browns. I made an egg sandwich. Chaucer assisted.
After brunch, I changed back into the rammy-jammies and we simply vegged out. The rest of the afternoon was pretty relaxing. We spent it on the couch. When the latest Critical Role episode dropped, I popped in some earbuds* and grabbed the Switch. For a change, I put Witcher 3 in. My last save was from my trip up here last year. I think I spent at least 20 minutes trying to relearn the controls. However, I figured it out, and then enjoyed an afternoon of mindlessly beating on things. Occasionally, one of us would pause what we were doing to show the other something funny on our screen.
While the snow and wind have mostly stopped, a few random flakes fly around here and there – probably shit blowing off something else. Shawshank is back to work today, and is enjoying a final few minutes with Pippin in his lap. Chaucer is pacing.
Typical morning.
I’ll assume a human form this morning, and we’ll take it from there. BossLady is in the shop, and Shawshank might not need my help today.
* You may be thinking to yourself, JFC CHICKY HOW MANY SETS OF EARBUDS DO YOU HAVE, and I assure you the answer is “probably not enough”.
