Good morning, y’all. The wind hasn’t stopped in nearly three days, but weakened overnight. Fortunately, the snow stopped at some point while we slept. Podrick climbed onto the bed at the normal time and woke me up, so I rearranged myself so I could pet his head while he sucked on the side of my…
TGIF, perhaps even TFIF– thank FUCK it’s Friday. I bear the usual tidings of cold weather and morning darkness. After waking me up to demand cuddles, Podrick did ginger-boy bullshit while Shawshank dozed and I looked at news headlines. He’s still doing ginger-boy bullshit. I used the cheat code to get traffic last night, and…
Ah, another Thursday. We’re watching the news and the cats are momentarily quiet. It snowed overnight. Shawshank’s phone insists several inches fell, but my view from the couch disputes this claim. A thin line of snow balances on the bottom edge of the big window. We both had slow nights at work last night. One…