Morning, y’all. Happy Saturday. We’re up, Chaucer is trying to snuggle as close to me as possible, and Pippin is doing the litter box dance. I’ve been awake since about 4am, when I started coughing. Something in the air has invaded my chest. Due to yesterday’s weather, Shawshank’s boss made the executive decision to close…
Happy Friday, y’all. Hopefully, all is good in your little corner of the world. We both had slightly restless sleeps; I woke up chilly and clammy, and Shawshank was dream-chatting just before I woke him up. We had a good day off. We watched some TV, sloth-like on the couch. We made a trip out…
Hello, Thursday. Can anyone tell me why my neck and shoulders are stiff as hell this morning? It’d be swell if you could. Bodily decay aside, it’s another day, and I say that with all the jazz hands I can muster. I spent some time on TikTok yesterday afternoon. Since I wanted to be chatting…