Hello, world. It’s a new week, and it’s starting off sunny. I woke up with Podrick curled up in a cuddle nook under my chin. He’s a sweet baby in moments like that. I cuddled him, dozing while he sucked my thumb, until he eventually plunked onto the floor. Pod woke up Shawshank by fucking around on the dresser, and thus found himself deposited into the hallway for the rest of the morning in bed.
Our Sunday was nice. We enjoyed special wrestling in Paris while we ate brunch. Shawshank did the laundry and I put my clothes away waaaay before bedtime, for future-Chicky didn’t have to deal with them at 11pm. Later in the afternoon, we went over to Shady Acres and picked apples. The summer has been mild and we didn’t get the usual explosion of ladybugs, which made this year’s harvest less traumatic for me than prior years. We skipped dessert, came home, and finished watching wrestling.
Shawshank is home today, and we’re not going anywhere. He’s going to shave down the sides of my head. How ✨exciting✨.
