Good morning, world. We’ve reached the promised land: the weekend. This isn’t a real weekend. Shawshank is working both days, with a morning shift today and all day tomorrow. I felt/heard him get out of bed this morning and dozed for a while. Podrick eventually grew bored with the novelty of having someone awake and…
Good morning, world. You up? We up. Podrick was an asshole this morning. He started off un-assaholic, curling up for big snuggles and cuddles against me. Once his cuddle-drive was satisfied, he was off to cause problems, namely eating cords to my things. Rather than continuing to fight – every time I have to move…
It’s a dark and cold Thursday morning. I’ve been up, as usual, awakened by Short Round and my own body’s struggle to decide what temp we were going to be. The first half of yesterday was filled with activity. Shawshank had an appointment for bloodwork in the morning. I cleaned out two closets while he…