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Good morning, y’all. It’s a Sunny Sunday morning up here in TinyTown, and the kitties are enjoying the warmth by the backdoor. We have coffee.

Yesterday was nice. Shawshank‘s mom picked us up and we lodged me in the back seat in the mound of shopping bags, blankets, and pillows. We were out of the house early enough to make the rounds in Slightly BiggerTown and still return home around lunchtime. After lunch, Shawshank played Torchlight II for a couple of hours, while I pinned cuffs and shit. Everything that needed pins got pins. I think I set up another three pairs. The only prep I’ll need to deal with when I start working next week will be figuring out what thread to use.

And of course, it was 4/20, and we celebrated. We’d planned to have an appetizer feast, but didn’t go into the shop with the good apps while we were in town. We opted for frozen Chinese dinners and crunchy popcorn shrimp. Shawshank left his bowl unattended and Chaucer sneaked onto his seat and stole an entire shrimp. The night ended with a movie, a cozy police procedural, and a cinnamon roll.

Today is shaping up to be a typical Sunday. Shawshank will make brunch and handle the weekly putterings.