I found my PSP today while I was trying to clean dust off of my sleep area. It made me feel old when I tried to play it and the screen seemed really really small. The battery is also no good so if the cord gets bumped it resets the game. If I intend to use it I’ll have to source a replacement battery somewhere. The last time I tried I could only find new old stock, which means chances are the battery isn’t in any better condition than the one I already have. I’m sure someone makes them, so I’ll just have to look around a little harder. That said, I realized that almost every game I would want to play on it is available for newer systems with screens big enough I can see things better. None of that is a top priority for me right now in any case.

Things keep impeding me from doing things I need to do. I spent two days getting sidetracked by little disasters that I couldn’t put off till my other tasks were complete. Much like the dust in my sleep area issue. The dust from the last week of dust storms finally got to a point where little clouds were puffing out of my bedclothes when I tried to lay down. So I dusted and vacuumed and did all the things to fix the issue. Except for washing my two old blankets. I’m just setting them aside for now since they always make the washer go all off balance and you have to nurse them along. I really should replace them at this point, but they’re very expensive right now. I buried Dorothy in the old red one, so I’ve actually been down one since she died. Not that I really needed 3 per se, I had just gotten accustomed to it since I had all 3 for over 15 years.

I haven’t really talked much about Life since Dorothy and Sister died. There’s a very specific emptiness they left behind. Each of the pets have done so. We inherited Precious when Ilene died, so the is a dog still in the house with me when everyone else is gone, but she was someone else’s dog for most of her life, so she always seems a little bit like she’s not completely comfortable with me. She actually seems more like a roommate than a dog sometimes. Not super interested in what I’m doing the way all our other dogs always were. If she’s looking out the window and I walk by the study door she pretty much just keeps doing what she was doing. Sometimes she’ll give me a nod. Once she’s done with her goals she’ll come see if I’m doing something she wants to get in on.

I miss all the pets that have died over the years, but Dorothy and Sister were with me through some really hard times.

I’ve been trying to come up with some bonus material for my patreon accounts for the last 4 days and I got nothin left in the tank. I guess I have a day left. Maybe I can get my shit together and do what I’m supposed to like an adult. At the moment though my brain is just kind of overwhelmed with all the dust and nonsense.

In any case I hope you have a nice Monday. Tuesday will probably be a wash for everyone as usual, but maybe my next page can salvage Wednesday. I feel like it’s gonna be going up against a lot, but I’m still going to try. Until then, shiiiiiika.

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