It hasn’t been a good morning. I first woke up around 3am, but managed to fall asleep again. That sleep was short-lived, because I was awake again an hour later, and I stayed like that. I had to use the bathroom, which woke Chaucer. As a result, he cried pitifully in the living room because…
‘Ello, y’all. We’ve started our Sunday with Pippin screaming at Shawshank. She wants to be picked up and held. Chaucer is starting his morning by staring at us. Update: he threw up. That’s all he wanted. We had a good Saturday. Shawshank worked, and I assumed a human form. For the most part, I watched…
It’s Saturday, and I’m up. I was up a couple of times this morning, accidentally waking up Shawshank at 4:37am. When I did finally get out of bed, it wasn’t long before Chaucer was demanding space in my lap. Shawshank worked yesterday, so I had the morning to myself. I spent most of that time…