Good morning, from the other end of the week. It’s Saturday, and the cats are doing cat things. Pippin has Podrick on his back. The weather is pretty dismal out there right now, much gloomier than the last couple of gray days. But the coffee is good, and the cats are mostly quiet. You ok,…
Hello, world. It’s a fucking foggy Friday. I woke up to Podrick on one of my pillows, politely asking for a cuddle. I pulled him under the quilt with me and let him do his thing while I dozed. When he decided he had his “fill” of nursing on my palm, he curled up on…
Hello, world. It’s Thursday, and for the moment, there is sunshine out there. I heard a pretty loud thunderstorm overnight, as well as a milder one this morning. I vaguely felt Shawshank lock Podrick out of the bedroom. I was productive yesterday. Shawshank had put my “smutty blankets”1 on the bed so I had no…