Chaucer is standing on me. He’s really trying to find a comfy spot. And, he’s snuggled in. Good morning, my friends. It’s Sunday morning, and it’s bright and sunny out there in the real world. Inside, it’s not too bad. The bed, at least for me, was just the bees knees. I think I might have gotten up sometime in the night, but I’m not too sure if I did.
I slept through the night, and I’m sure that Crystal has been up for at least an hour. I wish we knew what to do so she’d sleep in. We tried going to bed about 40 minutes later than normal, but again, like last time we tried that, didn’t work. When I woke up, both kittens were on the bed. Chaucer, already moving around, because the humans are awake, that means food is coming in minutes. Pippin, on the other hand, still snuggled in.
When I got home from work, Crystal was live streaming her playing Skyrim. Not a big crowd in there. I joked that it’s because she was playing an older game that most people aren’t interested in anymore. I said I could get more people if I played TotK. Long story short, I think at the most I had 4 or 5 people in there. No one other than Crystal and myself saw me finally stand up to the Gloom Hands, and gloomy Ganon.
No one other than Crystal and myself saw me do a round two with the Gloom Hands, and gloomy Ganon. I saved the great Deku Tree, and saved all the Koroks. After the fact, the Gloom Hands are really easy to defeat. I think it just took 5 or 6 bomb flowers, and poof, they’re gone. Don’t even get me started on gloomy Ganon. She was actually pretty easy, as long as you have either the Master sword, or some weapon with a high damage output.
That in a nutshell, was the day. We had an amazing dinner of chicken chunks, and scalloped potatoes. We also made some slow roasted chicken breasts for shredded chicken. I had a couple of pieces, and lemme tell you, Crystal sure knows how to roast some breasts. They were spiced perfectly. They were shredded, and put in the freezer.
Chore day coming up in an hour or so. Or whenever my caveman brain says it’s time to start. So yeah, typical Sunday morning. Although, I woke up thinking that it was Monday. I was excited for bacon, but alas, earwax, it’s Sunday. But I’m happier that it’s Sunday. If it was Monday, I’d be going to work tomorrow. And no one wants that.
Viva la coffee!
