Good gracious, it’s Friday! We’re up, the sun is up, the cats have eaten breakfast, and we’re drinking coffee. Pipping just crawled up into Shawshank’s lap, and Podrick is chasing dust motes in a sunbeam. We had the laziest of days yesterday. Shawshank switched the TV from politics somewhat early, and played some :bp:. He…
Good morning, world. We’ve woken up to a sunny Thursday morning. Podrick climbed the screen once; that was my fault, I left a throw pillow under the window and he used it as a step stool. He was mostly fine after that, having decided to just gnaw on the window crank. My Wednesday was pretty…
It’s a gray morning. Something about the way the light hit the trees this morning let me know it had snowed overnight. Not a lot, just a soft dusting across every flat surface. Podrick was mostly normal. He’s moved on to stalking a maple bug across the floor, ever the mighty hunter. Shawshank had a…