Life in General

It’s morning. It’s been morning since 3:07am, when Chaucer started howling. This continued at regular intervals until he finally managed to find his way into the bedroom and onto the bed. Unfortunately, he didn’t slot himself into the correct spot by my legs. He wasn’t hitting the “the cats are safe, you can sleep now”…

It’s Saturday and I’m out of bed what more do you want from me?

Happy Friday, y’all. The universe saw fit for Shawshank to sleep like the dead this morning. On the other hand, I was awake at least once in the middle of the night, then again around 5:30. The cats snuggled my legs while I killed time until it was time to wake up Shawshank. We spent…