Monday, my friends. It’s back. Sorry ’bout that.
Mom said Chaucer was in crazy-cat mode this morning. He was running through the house, meowing and skidding on the tile floors. This is typical when the hot weather breaks after a long stretch. Brian made sure to tell Mom he didn’t do anything to the cat to make him like that, Chaucer was just being weird.
Unfortunately, there was just too much of a breeze yesterday for painting on the patio. I spent much of the day playing on the Switch. My only painting-related stuff was working on some line work. I finished lining the base for my in-laws’ house, and took a photo of the Compound.
Everyone’s in-laws are getting fucking paintings, I guess.
