Drop dead or right said, it’s still Fred.

I’m watching Chaucer arrange himself on the arm of Brian’s recliner. He wants to snuggle with Brian, but he’s still not 100% certain about it. Chaucer isn’t a super snuggly lap cat to start with, he prefers to be more “lap adjacent”.

On the other hand, I’ve yelled at Mal to stop eating dust bunnies three times already. Fucking weirdo.

Once again, we didn’t get an invite for dinner at the Compound. Mom assumed it was coming and didn’t take anything out to defrost again, so it was Chinese buffet for us. It wasn’t as good as it has been. The sushi was good, as usual, but the rest of the buffet was pretty lackluster.

We’ve jokingly blamed me for all the weather issues since my arrival. According to Mom, they’d never had such a miserable spring in the years after they moved down. Currently, there’s a tropical storm threatening early next week. The local meteorologist team is calling it “not yet Fred”, and I love it.

I haven’t been able to spin poi or work out in at least two days. A few days ago, I hit myself in the head with the poi softies: a direct hit to the earbud. Unfortunately, any earbuds I use interfere with my various ear piercings. Between the hit and the position of my daith’s jewelry at the time, shit’s all swollen and irritated. My over-the-ear headphones are fine, but I don’t have any wireless ones to use while I spin.

Maybe tonight? The ear is still slightly tender today. However, the day is still early. I might not be able to do a workout this morning, but if I don’t fuck with my ear, I might be ok later. Mom and I plan to buy groceries, and Brian is talking his uncle shopping somewhere.

Happy Saturday, my friends.