Oh, it’s another Sunday. For the moment, this is a sunny morning. Pippin is sitting atop her little table, basking in the light. I don’t dare predict what we’ll get for the rest of the day. Every sunny morning we’ve had this week has turned into some form of snow by lunch. We’re up because…
Hello, world. Hello, Saturday. Hello, snow. Shawshank locked me in the bedroom this morning, which sounds a lot worse than reality. He used Hardy Boys-level fuckery to move a weight against the inside of the bedroom door in order to Podrick from opening it from the hallway. And, to be clear, I asked him to…
Good morning on this sunny Friday morning. The question is…. will it stay sunny? We woke up to the very same sunlight yesterday, and it was snowing by the time I streamed in the afternoon. Podrick is being himself, obsessively trying to reach Shawshank’s plants. Unfortunately, it’s too cold this morning for us to open…