Morning. The blackout curtains have paid for themselves at this point, with two long dozes this week. While I may not be in a deep, nourishing sleep, Podrick isn’t as interested in the windows, and I’m not fighting to keep him off the screen. Unfortunately, it’s another morning of snow. I got online for a…
It’s snowing. You know it’s not good when you’re laying in bed, stretching, hearing the sound of the curtains being opened, immediately followed by “oh what the fuck”. Podrick thinks this is all very interesting. Pippin is screaming in the kitchen. I drink more coffee. We had a nice Saturday. Shawshank opened the store, and…
Shawshank locked me in the bedroom again, and I was allowed to lay in bed until the glorious hour of 7:30am. I woke up around 4am, and cuddled Podrick for a few minutes. I heard Shawshank get up a short time later, and “lock” the bedroom door. I reset the Sleep Daddy I was listening…