The forecast warned us today would be warmer, and it is. Podrick allowed us to stay in bed until at least 7am, knocking down my sunset lamp because he’s got that “KNOCK SHIT DOWN” gene, but still expecting to be cuddled for it. I woke up really early at one point, coming out of a…
Hello, world. I’m up, Shawshank got up and let me doze when Podrick did the asshole things. He was a very snuggly boy this morning (Podrick, not Shawshank), but he knocked stuff around and got Shawshank out of bed. My cold wiped out any drive I might have had to be performatively skanky yesterday. Instead…
Hello, world. The week rolls on, and now it’s Tuesday. The crow army – now six members strong – landed in the front yard for breakfast at the feeder, ignoring the wheat puffs Shawshank scattered in the back. They picked at the leftover sunflower seeds the smaller birds pulled out of the feeders. My allergies…