Hello, my little pocket internet people. It’s a Monday morning, which means there’s news on TV instead of crime shows. Podrick only made one solid attempt to scale the bedroom screen, all others were thwarted before his back feet left the ground. We were still up early, because he’s still an asshole. Shawshaft for work…
Hello, world. It’s Sunday. We’re up. I thought it might be a good morning, while I was laying about under the warm blankets, but it’s not. There’s been shouting and upsetness and smoke and anxiety, all Podrick-related. We had a normal Saturday. Shawshank came home in the afternoon, and we wasted time with video games…
If you’re reading this, it’s Saturday1. Shawshank is at work this morning, and I’m holding down the fort here in The Flat until after lunch. I set up the bedroom with the intention of having a dance party on :cb: last night. It was a bit of work, because I need to clear the cats’…