Good morning, world. I’m up and about, sitting and scrolling through Reddit for more than an hour now while Shawshank sleeps. Podrick is doing Podrick things, which are not quiet things. At easily 15lbs, he sounds very much like a bowling ball rolling down a lane when he plays on the linoleum. I, as the dutiful wife who is awake in the early hours (not by choice), have Podrick duty in the mornings now. So I’m on the couch, because if I’m out here, he is slightly less likely to do cat things in front of the bedroom door.
Sunday was Sunday. Shawshank put on a true crime podcast to listen to while he puttered and made brunch. I quietly had a meltdown, unable to make anyone happy. We went out to Shady Acres yesterday afternoon. Shawshank moved a bunch of stove pellets into the basement. I played “Factorio” and “Balatro” on the Switch and chatted with his parents. The rest of the day was much like the first half, with less breakdown.
Today’s already shaping up to be swell, I can feel it. Shawshank has work tonight.
