Hello, world. It’s a lovely Sunday morning. Freezing rain in the forecast, cloudy skies, I fucking know you’re jealous. I didn’t post yesterday, although I did want to. I started my morning routine a little earlier; Shawshank would be home around lunchtime, and we were going out. I played “Persona 5” and added to my…
It’s finally Friday. I woke up when Shawshank did, with the alarm telling something about sports. Fortunately, even with Pippin screaming at me, I dozed for a couple of hours. Yesterday, I spent a couple of hours working to get ahead of Shawshank in the game. I’m a couple of “days” ahead of him at…
It’s morning again. No one asked for this. I slept yesterday afternoon away. Shawshank booted up the game around lunchtime. I pulled a snuggly, cat-magnet of a blanket up over me, curled up in a ball, and waited. I woke up a few hours later, Chaucer snuggled on my lap. Shawshank was right at the…