It’s fucking Friday. Chaucer is pressed against me, looking very annoyed every time I reach for my coffee and slightly disturb him. Pippin is tucked into a tiny ball, like a cat-sized roly-poly bug. They exist in the ocean. Don’t Google it. As planned and expected, we did nothing yesterday. Shawshank grabbed the Switch controller…
My mother-in-law thinks I have superpowers. We went over for dinner a couple of weeks ago, and they’d put up their little tree. The presents were wrapped all nice and pleasingly arranged around and under it. She was so proud of what she came up with as a gift. When we arrived, I took one…
Hello, world at large. We’re up. I let Shawshank sleep in a little while I watched videos and scrolled through Bluesky and Reddit. I woke up around 5:30am. The aurora lights were in “rave mode” and I was abundantly confused about what day it was. Was he still in bed with me? Did he have…