It’s almost eleven, and I’m still in bed. I dread my alarm come Monday morning. It is going to be a difficult week as we try to adjust our body clocks to the new normal. On the plus side I have very little planned for today beyond eating breakfast, and taking at least one child with me to go climbing in Markham.
The Gulf is still very much on fire, and exchanging missiles with one another. Gas is heading upwards in price. Things look dire. That which they will let us see anyway. However AI has gotten so clean now it’s hard to tell if we are seeing old videos reposted, new real videos, or manipulated videos, or outright fakes. I guess that was the point? To make us Poor’s give up, and only believe that which we can actually see in front of us. Well played douches.
It is now Sunday March 8th. I put the last touches on my Warhammer 40K Space Wolves yesterday, and I am no longer going to worry about the water slide transfers. I had done a very sloppy job of assembling them twenty years ago, so the mould lines, flashing, gummed up glue spills, and oddly leaning figures are too far gone. I improved their paint jobs, unified them all to look cohesive, based them, and now I’m done. I have a unit of 16 Eldar to do the same thing to. Then for my most recent birthday I was gifted some Ork Boyz, and I will assemble, clean up all that I can, then paint those to the best of my ability.
I dug out my Goblin archer regiment, and my Gretchen pikemen too. Those went up on the shelf because I don’t fancy repainting those, and I’d like to get them out of my office. Now, the bulk of my minis are up on the shelf instead of hurried in a plastic cake transport that I used to house my miniatures. I have some Tyranids I can put on the shelf as well while I think about it. Cool.
I should get up and eat. Hope your Sunday is going well, even with this time change nonsense draining your body battery. A man out of time. How fitting.
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