Ah, it’s fucking Friday, finally. We had a snuggly morning, with only one Podrick-related problem – a Pod-Prob, if you will – which was quickly remedied when Shawshank locked him out of the bedroom. Once more, my playlist offered up a way for me to go back to sleep for just a little while more.…
Hello, world. It’s Thursday. The meth lab in Canada’s basement is celebrating the annual gluttonfest. We were able to sleep a little later this morning. Podrick misbehaved once, resulting in being barred from the bedroom. He might’ve played, he might’ve gone back to sleep; whatever he did, it was quiet and let us doze. By…
Happy Hump Day, y’all. It’s a dark morning. I crashed early last night, wanting to go to bed half an hour earlier than usual. I’m almost positive I never turned on my sleepytime shit when I rolled over. The bed was cuddly this morning, but Podrick was awake and playing in the hall, just loud…