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…
Morning, world. I’m up and now I’m doing morning things, like switching between 3+ Chrome tabs and not actually typing a post. Chaucer managed to snag the sweet spot on Shawshank’s lap; I don’t know where Pippin is hiding. I left the house yesterday. Shawshank picked me up after work and we drove out to…