Not much of a post today, been busy doing chores and playing Clair Obscur. It turns out your thirties is a lot of doing the adult thing while also making space to do those things you enjoy, like poking around a costume store on your way to get groceries. Or buying a robot vacuum to do some housework for you so you’ve more time to cook and play Clair Obscur.
If it’s not eminently obvious I’m really enjoying Clair Obscur and I’m just trying to write enough here before I go sit down on my couch with a martini and see what’s next in the story.
Essays, Not Rants! 