he’s a pussy magnet

Good morning, world. Happy morning. We’re out of bed. I’ve been up since around 5am, and spent my remaining time in bed trying to keep Pippin from walking across Shawshank‘s head. I wasn’t entirely successful. Even now, Chaucer has just forced himself into Shawshank‘s lap. Both are trying their damnedest to be on top of him.

I went mostly human yesterday. Shawshank worked a morning shift. I started the day with a 3-part Youtube series about impending societal collapse. From there, I moved on to Nat Geo shows, lest our Youtube algorithm swing too far into the crazy end of the spectrum. That’s pretty much how the rest of the afternoon went. We went out for dinner, braved the cold and walked to the restaurant that was closer to home.

We’re back to the regular night schedule, at least for the rest of the week. I have a couple of content ideas I want to do, and I’m trying to fix our blog’s hosting because we ran out of space and I’m trying to figure out which crazy fat temp files need to be deleted.

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