Good morning, y’all. The sun’s out. We’re up. The coffee is good this morning. The cats are doing their individual things; Pippin in the sun, Chaucer snuggled against me.
We slothed about yesterday. Shawshank played Tears of The Kingdom and made brunch. I rinsed out the tie-dyed stuff we made on Sunday morning, then we tossed them in the dryer for a bit.
Once they came out of the dryer, I installed the elastic and sewed everything up. I (mostly) like how they turned out, even if there is a lot more white “negative space” than I would have liked. I’ll take some better pictures and list them on Etsy this week.
After brunch and some crafting, Shawshank let me play Skyrim for a couple of hours. I finally – at level 18 – finally made the trek up the mountain and the 7000 steps to talk to the Greybeards this weekend. Later, I put on some real pants and we walked up to the post office to mail some pants to Brazil.
Some time after dinner, both our phones alerted us to the possibility we might see the northern lights. Since it was still light out, neither of us thought much of it. We had an alert on the previous night that never panned out, as usual. The sky was a bit hazy after sunset, we could barely see Jupiter when we went out to smoke after our shower. However, everything cleared up and we were treated to a great light show.
It was a nice night for it. Growing up in New England, I never saw the lights. While they don’t outright say it, we’re pretty much brought up with the belief that sort of thing only happens waaaaay up in the North, or it’s a cold weather thing. Nope, that’s 46 years of lies. It’s a hoody/sweatpants thing, a sit on the walkway, listen to coyotes and smoke a bong thing.
Shawshank heads out to work in a little bit. I’m going to wash my hair and assume a human form. I’ll probably do some pantscrafting in the morning. We’ll see what the afternoon has in store for us. I believe the secondhand store is having a 50% off sale.
