Good morning, world. I’m awake and angry about it again. I had an awful sleep last night. Chaucer went into a really deep sleep on Shawshank’s lap and made us both nervous, then didn’t come to bed with us. I’m neurotic and can’t sleep without him on my legs, consequently, it took forever for me…
Good morning, y’all. It’s Tuesday again. TinyTown is gray and overcast. Both kitties are snuggled and purring, taking up far more of the couch than their little bodies should physically occupy. I don’t think I’ve heard Chaucer this purr-y in a while. Yesterday discombobulated me. I put on makeup while Shawshank cooked a big lunch…
Happy Monday, y’all. We’re all up. Pippin is sniffing one of my sandals, Chaucer is on Shawshank’s lap. I think my coffee is quiet quitting, it’s doing the bare minimum of its job description: hot, tastes like coffee. I spent yesterday doing nothing, as usual. Shawshank puttered, I played :sts: on my laptop and folded…