Good morning, y’all. We up?
We up.
The skies are a bit overcast up here. Maybe it will burn off later. The humidity returned yesterday evening, and I’ve been sticky ever since. I woke up a bit early, so I edited some video and scrolled through the overnight news. Chaucer woke up long enough to give me a headbutt and try to score an early breakfast, then curled up once more.
However, humidity be damned, it was a nice enough evening for me to go outside for some spin time while Shawshank watched CSI. Or, that was my plan. I lasted 15 minutes because he came outside with me and looked bored as fuck.
I also made a pair of pants. I’m working my way through the pile of bedding I bought during our trip into the city. Shawshank found a reversible duvet cover for me to experiment with. After prepping it, I found I can comfortably make at least three pairs of pants out of it. If I don’t experiment, I could easily assemble four pairs of pants. But… I’m experimenting. Because of course I am.
Shawshank returns to work this morning, and I’m sending him in with the PDF of a pattern I’d like to try. I’m going to do spinny, cleany, and crafty shit all day.
