Hello, world. I’m up, Shawshank got up and let me doze when Podrick did the asshole things. He was a very snuggly boy this morning (Podrick, not Shawshank), but he knocked stuff around and got Shawshank out of bed. My cold wiped out any drive I might have had to be performatively skanky yesterday. Instead…
Hello, world. The week rolls on, and now it’s Tuesday. The crow army – now six members strong – landed in the front yard for breakfast at the feeder, ignoring the wheat puffs Shawshank scattered in the back. They picked at the leftover sunflower seeds the smaller birds pulled out of the feeders. My allergies…
Hello, world. Welcome to a new week. We’re up. Podrick did Podrick things really early, spurred on by the wind making the blackout curtains flap in the bedroom. I was too warm and had a miserable time, but reset the Sleep Daddy I was listening to and hoped to crash. Not even the kitty snuggles…