Good morning, y’all. It’s Monday morning, we’ve been up for a little bit because Podrick took a cuckoo clock down from the wall. That cat seems determined to destroy everything in my life. This little nuthatch has been taunting Podrick all week. I kept things simple yesterday, and got stuff done. Shawshank left for work,…
Hello, world. I’m up. We’re all up. Pippin is on the pirate chest, tucked into her loaf form. Podrick is playing with a soda cap. Yesterday was ok. I didn’t want to do anything, so I didn’t do anything. I knew that once Shawshank came home he would want to play :rdr:, so I played…
Good morning, world. I woke up at some point and noticed the bed was empty. Shawshank had left for work; not only that, but I’d kicked the cats’ nest off the edge of the bed. I dozed until Podrick cleared a bookshelf, making a not insignificant amount of noise and quashing any thoughts of sleeping…