Podrick is going a little crazy this morning. He’s attacking two wrapping paper rolls and running around. Pippin is on top of the fridge, watching him. I think he’s decided we’re ok. I spent another night out on the couch with him. When we went to bed at 11pm, he was going crazy, running around…
Good morning, world. Thursday was good. We got up, I assumed a human form, and we went for a drive before lunch. We didn’t have an address. Out in these parts, we just drop pins. We ended up at a farm. And we left with this little nugget. Since it was my turn to name…
Hello, sunshine. The clouds have moved out, and shit’s bright out there. Shawshank handed me sunglasses in bed. Pippin screamed until he opened the back door and put her table out. Most of the snow is gone from the trees, and the birds are back on the branches. Pippin is patient, she’ll get to see…