Hello, world. We’re awake. It’s chilly and gray out there today, almost feels like March. I woke up a couple of times through the night, and Podrick came up and snuggled between us at a not-ungodly hour. Pippin is in the window, watching a bunch of little birds in the front yard. Podrick is doing Podrick things.
Our Saturday was typically low-key. Shawshank went to work in the morning, and I put makeup on and streamed for an hour or so. I played some Skyrim; later, I made some pancakes to replenish my brunch supply. The pancakes turned out super thick, one is definitely enough for me.
We’re cooking today, as well as proper tidying. Shawshank‘s dad is in the hospital recovering from a hip replacement. Normally, we go out to Shady Acres for Sunday dinner. My mother would have my fucking head if she found out I made that stressed out woman cook for us. I’m making sauce and meatballs like my grandma used to make.
