Another year down the tubes. We’re up. I don’t know what time I woke up. I felt Shawshank leave the bed at once point, I just tried to go back to sleep. I may have been successful, but who really knows. Sadly, I made the mistake of looking at my phone to see the time.…
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…