Good morning, bitches. Happy Tuesday. We’re up, as are the kitties, and the coffee is seeping in. Around 5am, Sir Podrick of House Brisket came up on the bed and laid on my chest. After a brief cuddle, he wanted to play with cords, and I quietly deposited him in the hallway. I reset my headphones with the hope I might get another hour of sleep. It went ok.
About an hour later, Podrick figured out how to open the bedroom door. I’m sure he wasn’t deliberate “if I grab the handle the door will open” thought process. More likely, he was trying to eat the door knob (again); the door opening was a happy accident.
Work was an absolute slog yesterday. I didn’t get off to a great start because I had wardrobe issues– namely, I couldn’t decide what I wanted to wear. I logged in and made it through five hours before my body said enough! and I ended the stream for the night. It was another one of those nights where I have to look for the silver lining. In this case, while I had a shit night, I pulled in 100+ new followers.
Today will be better. I have a bunch of new tight-li’l crop tops to choose from.
