Hello, y’all. It’s Saturday morning, it’s sunny, and I’ve been awake for hours.
Yesterday was not very interesting. I pulled a tick off my leg sometime before Shawshank left in the morning, which left me wonderfully twitchy for the rest of the day. I took a shower, washed my hair, and did human things. There was a bagel for lunch, and I bought Chaucer‘s love for a little longer by letting him lick some melted butter off my plate.
Later, I spent an hour setting up to shoot two minutes of video featuring my feet and a bowl of lime jell-o. During that hour prep, I reminded myself at least twice about the need for a towel. I had problems with my ring light while setting up, which nearly caused me to give up the project entirely. That frustration distracted me from my task at hand, and the towel was forgotten. When I finished with the squishing, I scooted across the kitchen floor and grabbed a dish towel. I stood on the little towel and hobbled into the bathroom to clean my feet off.
Today is Shawshank‘s birthday. We’re going into Slightly BiggerTown for some groceries, lunch, and then coming home for the weekend. There’s gonna be nachos tonight.
