Hello, world, it’s fucking Monday. It’s pretty typical here. I’m up because sleep hates me. The household as a whole is up because Podrick hates sleep. Yesterday was a lazy, gamey day. Shawshank played :sr3: all morning. He leveled up a few times and stole a few cars. I did a few of the activities…
Oh, it’s another Sunday. For the moment, this is a sunny morning. Pippin is sitting atop her little table, basking in the light. I don’t dare predict what we’ll get for the rest of the day. Every sunny morning we’ve had this week has turned into some form of snow by lunch. We’re up because…
Hello, world. Hello, Saturday. Hello, snow. Shawshank locked me in the bedroom this morning, which sounds a lot worse than reality. He used Hardy Boys-level fuckery to move a weight against the inside of the bedroom door in order to Podrick from opening it from the hallway. And, to be clear, I asked him to…