Good morning, world. It’s a chilly morning, hitting about -35℉ right now. The sun is coming up and hitting the pines in the front yard. We’ll see how many of the nuthatches and chickadees come out to the feeders today.
We had a nice Saturday. I assumed a human form, and we headed out to Slightly BiggerTown. We didn’t bring a shopping list again, but I think we did ok. We brought home food, weed, and makeup. After lunch, we watched some news. An ICE agent in Minneapolis emptied a clip into and executed an ICU nurse in broad daylight. “I feel like in historic moments”, I told Shawshank, “I have a duty to watch history unfold, as awful as those moments are.” They’re already trying to rewrite and erase history, and I need to be one more person who remembers the truth and reality. After an hour or so, we switched off the news and just played video games.
Shawshank played Red Dead Redemption for a couple of hours. Every time I looked up, he was being eaten by a bear. I played some Saints Row: the Third when it was my turn. My biggest goal was to find and take out the last two gang activity spots. I knew roughly where they were – one on a roof, one on a tanker. I needed to use a helicopter to get to the rooftop spot, and I fucking hate the flying controls. I stole a proper copter, which was waaaay easier to fly than the broomstick I was tooling around on. That made it much easier to reach the rooftop. Once the rooftop gang was taken down, I checked out the last location. This time around, the whole gang was there. I eliminated them, and now the hood is mine.
Today will be a normal Sunday. We’ll have brunch and do Sunday shit until it’s time to go over to Shady Acres in the afternoon.
