Hello, world. It’s a big bright sunshiny Sunday, and the heat has already begun. Not that it really stopped, we’ve been under heat advisories for the last three days. I slept on top of the covers last night, which is absolutely unheard of for me. I’ve been up. UP. It’s been morning for a while.…
Podrick watching Bruce the Squirrel Good morning, bitches. We’re up. There’s sunshine and open doors and fresh air. We were allowed to sleep past 4am this morning; I’ll give Podrick extra loves as thanks. The cats have each taken a window to watch over their own little versions of TinyTown Nature Preserve. We survived Friday.…
Oh joy, it’s FRIDAY. I’ve been up, unwillingly, dealing with the bullshit that comes with wanting to have luxuries like window screens. I’m on the couch, Shawshank is in bed, and Podrick is laying down, just pondering what he’ll do next to get me to stage-whisper-scream at him. I initially got out of bed because…