It’s cloudy, and it’s early. I’ve been half-conscious since I don’t know what time. Podrick was being himself, which means he woke up Shawshank too early and now that’s a thing. Pippin hopped onto the bed to cuddle with me. I tried to sink into the mattress and hoped for unconsciousness. I was all set…
Hello, world, it’s fucking Monday. It’s pretty typical here. I’m up because sleep hates me. The household as a whole is up because Podrick hates sleep. Yesterday was a lazy, gamey day. Shawshank played :sr3: all morning. He leveled up a few times and stole a few cars. I did a few of the activities…
Oh, it’s another Sunday. For the moment, this is a sunny morning. Pippin is sitting atop her little table, basking in the light. I don’t dare predict what we’ll get for the rest of the day. Every sunny morning we’ve had this week has turned into some form of snow by lunch. We’re up because…