Week 4: One month down

I picked more than ten pounds of blueberries. TEN. POUNDS. I froze about three bags full, so I will have some cerulean sweetness come winter. And in a few weeks, raspberries will be in season. I’m going to be all over those puppies like a swarm of overenthusiastic fleas.

In non berry-obsession related news, I joined a sweet D&D campaign. I am a half-orc bard, which in non-roleplaying speak means my job is to sing songs in the sweet dulcet tones of a hulking monster. It’s like fashioning shoes out of broken glass, which is exactly why I chose the class. So yeah, I’m now an official high roller (holla).

All ==> Behold the glory of my couch

Thanks to the wonderful generosity of a coworker, I now have a couch upon which to slouch. This has increased nonproductivity in my apartment by 30%. Getting it into my apartment and out of the pouring rain was negative amounts of fun, though. The doorways were about an inch too narrow to fit things through, so there was a lot of contorting and exasperation. Originally, there was going to be a couch with a pullout bed, but it did not survive the war. Sorry, Mom, you’ll be sleeping on an air mattress when you come to visit. If you ever do. If you’re not too busy staying at home doting on your only grandchild instead.

I’m really starting to miss my little puppy the Schnee. =/ There’s no one to tease in my apartment. I am steadfastly resisting the urge to get a cat, because I don’t have the money right now. In the meantime, I’ll have to make do with dumb cat videos on the internet.

Rochelle sent me this picture of him sleeping. I look at it about twice a day.

Love, hugs, and imaginary cookies from Syracuse.