Hello, world. It’s another Monday morning, and we’re in the cuddle puddle on the couch. Chaucer is between his two favorite humans, and Pippin is stretched across Shawshank‘s legs. I mostly slept this morning. When I did wake up, I refused to look at the clock until it was clear I wouldn’t be sleeping again. Fortunately, it wasn’t too much of a wait until the alarm was set to wake Shawshank. We seem to have figured out an ok, but awkward system to keep me from dying overnight. I can wear a tank top or a loose tee, and undies, and sleep a layer above the mattress, on top of the flat sheet. If I can do that, I can usually get through a little more of the night.
Our Sunday was slower than expected. Shawshank‘s Gran was taken from the nursing home to the hospital in Slightly BiggerTown, and his mom cancelled Sunday dinner to drive out and be with her. Shawshank went out to Shady Acres to do some chores. We mostly watched Youtube stuff until dinner. It was a nice, quiet day.
Shawshank has a full shift today. I’m going to try to take some pics in the new dress Shawshank bought me, maybe close all the curtains and have a dance party.
