It’s going to be one of those days.  I woke up early, but didn’t know exactly how early it was.  I know I struggled to go back to sleep for some time before I finally looked at the clock.  By that point, it was sometime around 3am, and I remained on the slumber struggle-bus, dozing for the rest of the morning.  I didn’t hear the alarm clock go off, but I felt him leave the bed, and kiss me goodbye.

At that point, Chaucer started singing the song of his people.  Pippin and I snuggled in the bed, reading up on the latest theories about Princess Catherine’s disappearance from the public eye.

I texted BossRPh and DayTech about the whole thing yesterday, as I have no one else to talk to about it besides Shawshank.  I gave her the TL;DR version, and a link with a pretty comprehensive timeline of events. It’s been radio silence from her since.

Last night, Shawshank came home from work bearing a gift: a package of long lost Etsy pants.  Back in September of last year, I shipped some pants to a buyer in Brazil.  They messaged me at the end of November to let me know the pants never arrived.  I chalked it up to postal fuckery and refunded the buyer.  Lo and behold, the package made its way back to Tinytown sometime this week.  Huzzah.  I’ll put them back onto Etsy with the rest of the shop. 

Oh well.  Let’s see what today holds.