It’s not even 8am and we’ve had a morning. Shawshank works mid-shift this morning, and was up before me. He started the morning routine, only to discover the linchpin of our morning – the coffee maker – shuffled off its mortal coil some time in the night. Then, shortly after I came out of the…
It’s another Monday. We’re up, but it’s a day off. Podrick cuddled me a few times, and was generally better behaved than usual. In fact, we were able to stay in bed until after 7am. Sunday went off without a hitch. Shawshank went to work, and I put on makeup and set up the bedroom…
Allo, world. It’s a new day, and a new week. That’s ☆*:..｡. .｡.:*☆special☆*:..｡. .｡.:*☆. Podrick has been going since around 4:30am. He wanted to cuddle, but the blanket was touching his bum and I wouldn’t let him step on my windpipe. He left, but we repeated this process two more times before I left the…