The 19th of January.
Another day of little activity. This morning I wrote up a post, then got somewhat engrossed in a game of Rollercoaster Tycoon. It’s back as an iPad game and I forgot how easy it is to get involved. Yeah, it’s no Theme Park World, but it’ll do.
I spent my afternoon at Black Sheep. Cut and colour time, change for my birthday. The cut was just a trim, nothing drastic, but the colour has gone from white to pink and people; I think they are my favourite colours to be. Had a nice chat with James about his new business venture and that’s going very well which doesn’t surprise me at all. I got some more of The Man in the High Castle read, although I need to not leave it so long between reads as I have to keep reminding myself what’s happened.
I got home about half past four, and we watched last night’s episode of Conviction, with which we are now finally up to date. Not especially productive but one can’t be all the time.
Trump’s inauguration tomorrow. Think I might hide under my duvet until Saturday.
The 20th of January.
Trying to pretend today didn’t happen. Ignoring it. Just wishing for tomorrow, when it’s my birthday and hundreds of thousands of people march against a man who represents everything abhorrent in the world.
I spent a lot of my day feeling quite uncomfortable and sad. I took a lot of selfies to document my new hair when the light was good, and blocked out current events by listening to podcasts.
I thought I should at least do something constructive, so I’ve started crocheting a very cute pair of otters which will cheer me up when they’re done.
There’s little else to say. Can today be finished now please?