I’ve been awake for a couple of hours now, and I had a thought. I have all that time in bed before Shawshank wakes up, why don’t I write my post then? As quickly as the thought entered my head, it was gone.

Not so much gone, actually, but dismissed. Why would I write then, when that’s prime doom scrolling time?

Chaucer was particularly vocal last night and this morning. The last thing I remember from last night was trying to call him into the bedroom before I finally gave up. I rolled over, put my good ear into the pillow, and told Shawshank I was a terrible cat mom for ignoring her boy.

Since Shawshank is working nights for the rest of the week, I plan to have some fun streaming. I just really want a night of being lit and dancing.