Happy Humpday, my friends. This morning, we got to play one of the rarest games I can play here in Florida, “trashcan or thunder”. Today is trash day, and the rolling bins sound exactly like thunder. We’re also under some heavy storm clouds. If we hear a noise, it could be either. However, I was woken up by a yowling cat before the storm even arrived. Some days, Chaucer needs to vocalize his displeasure over his loneliness when Brian leaves. This morning was one of those days.

We survived our busy Tuesday. I had to fill the truck’s gas tank, which was about $58 I think. Thankfully, one of the appointments was close to the house, because it would have really sucked otherwise. And although most of the day was pretty dismal, I was able to go outside and have some spin time.

I was outside for about a half an hour, and it was fabulous. So fabulous, in fact, that I got one of my TikTok clips removed for community guideline violations. Whatever. They keep thinking my poi are actual fire.

I need more coffee.

Mom is supposed to go out today. If she does, I’ll take the opportunity to do one of my favorite things: smoke a bowl, put on loud music and clean the bathroom.