TGIF y’all. I’ve had a rough morning; I overheated and woke up too early, I pulled myself into a ball and now my joints hurt. Podrick laid on my chest, jammed his head under my chin, kneaded my pillow with his giant paws, and purred. We had a nice day off. Shawshank played :sr3: for…
Good morning, world. It’s another sunny one out there. The door is open, and Pippin is enjoying a breeze. I ripped up some moldy bread and tossed it out onto the patio for some birds. I doubt they’re close enough to know it’s there, but I hear a bunch of crows cawing their heads off…
I think it’s Wednesday. I don’t know anymore. It’s not snowing this morning, and that’s all that matters to me. Podrick was a good boy, for the most part. He snuggled me for a little while. He’s in predator mode right now, watching the small birds in the front yard. It’s been a week of…