Hello, people of Thursday. The sun is rising over TinyTown, and the cats are strangely quiet. Podrick came into bed around 5, and aside from a brief intermission to chase Pippin off the bed (because heaven forbid we share the bed), we cuddled until the alarm went off at 6. When Shawshank got up, I stayed in bed. It was too cold, and I was having none of that.
I existed in a brain fog yesterday. I put makeup on, and I listened to music, but I was tired, and I probably should have taken a nap. The only content I produced was a Tiktok.
I promise, today will be more. It’s warmer, the skies are clearer and the light is better, so I should produce some smut today. Shawshank left the house less than an hour ago. Podrick is in particularly rare form already, and I had to take a kitchen drawer out to retrieve Pippin from her hiding spot.
