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’…
It’s Friday, y’all. We’re up. There’s coffee. It was an early day for me, and probably Shawshank to a degree. Podrick was up to the typical bullshit. It’s nice to have kitty cuddles in bed, he doesn’t do it as regularly as he did when he was small. Unfortunately, we’re still battling his morning zoomies.…