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days_unfoldingI'm wondering when I'll be able to watch the Olympic ice skating. The time difference does not work for me. I wonder if they'll rebroadcast it in the evenings.
Gracie woke me up at 7 AM. I’m going to take care of the beasties and go back to sleep. Oliver was tired and sleeping in a laundry basket. Gracie doesn’t want to come inside. A typical morning. It’s a circus here as I feed the beasts. Fed us all.
Watched some of the ice skating on YouTube. Oliver is on my lap loving me up. I fed him and that gets cat approval. Napped. Woke up at 11 AM.
Torrid had a hoodie that said, “I’m only talking to my dog today”. I bought it. (Though it should be “I’m talking to only my dog today”.) Napped again.
I’m drinking water because I’m dehydrated. I’m trying to get up the energy to tackle the bathroom. I’m going to do some decluttering while I move stuff. I’m taking a break from the bathroom and am going to open packages.
Me to Oliver: I need to get up and get the recycling out. Oliver: I don’t care what you have to do. I care that your lap is warm.
I’ve got the Olympic TV on my phone. Nothing is on that I’m interested in however.
I received multiple pairs of jeans. I need the new hoodies. Two of them are out for delivery.
I keep checking on my investments. I’ve made a little money so far. Dad said to check on them during the week to see if they have triggered additional investment.
Oh excellent. I have conditioner for my hair and a small white board for the refrigerator. Got my hoodies. The postal guy gave Bella and Gracie some treats. I just need to hand-wash a t-shirt and underwear, and I’ll be ready to go tomorrow. I got a ring with a pretty blue topaz that says “Strong as fuck” on the back.
Gracie doesn’t want to come inside again.
Yuma Kagiyama is one hell of a skater. And he clearly enjoys the audience. Turned on the TV broadcast, but they’re showing skiing, which doesn’t interest me that much.
I've started yawning, so I'm going to wend my way to bed after finishing hand-washing stuff. There's no live Olympics anyway at this hour. I started a new Pacific Crest Trail book after dumping the other one because it was trying to teach us Zen. I might read a little more.
Gracie woke me up at 7 AM. I’m going to take care of the beasties and go back to sleep. Oliver was tired and sleeping in a laundry basket. Gracie doesn’t want to come inside. A typical morning. It’s a circus here as I feed the beasts. Fed us all.
Watched some of the ice skating on YouTube. Oliver is on my lap loving me up. I fed him and that gets cat approval. Napped. Woke up at 11 AM.
Torrid had a hoodie that said, “I’m only talking to my dog today”. I bought it. (Though it should be “I’m talking to only my dog today”.) Napped again.
I’m drinking water because I’m dehydrated. I’m trying to get up the energy to tackle the bathroom. I’m going to do some decluttering while I move stuff. I’m taking a break from the bathroom and am going to open packages.
Me to Oliver: I need to get up and get the recycling out. Oliver: I don’t care what you have to do. I care that your lap is warm.
I’ve got the Olympic TV on my phone. Nothing is on that I’m interested in however.
I received multiple pairs of jeans. I need the new hoodies. Two of them are out for delivery.
I keep checking on my investments. I’ve made a little money so far. Dad said to check on them during the week to see if they have triggered additional investment.
Oh excellent. I have conditioner for my hair and a small white board for the refrigerator. Got my hoodies. The postal guy gave Bella and Gracie some treats. I just need to hand-wash a t-shirt and underwear, and I’ll be ready to go tomorrow. I got a ring with a pretty blue topaz that says “Strong as fuck” on the back.
Gracie doesn’t want to come inside again.
Yuma Kagiyama is one hell of a skater. And he clearly enjoys the audience. Turned on the TV broadcast, but they’re showing skiing, which doesn’t interest me that much.
I've started yawning, so I'm going to wend my way to bed after finishing hand-washing stuff. There's no live Olympics anyway at this hour. I started a new Pacific Crest Trail book after dumping the other one because it was trying to teach us Zen. I might read a little more.
