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Morning, folks. It’s Sunday, with an emphasis on the “sun”. I had an ok sleep, but I had a lot of weird dreams. Sadly, the only one I can remember is something about my nipple piercing somehow getting stuck in my shirt.

My mom’s birthday is next weekend. I bought her birthday present yesterday afternoon: a new patio umbrella. The umbrella, and an order of Feliway for the cats, will be here tomorrow. I also bought Shawshank‘s birthday presents. Unfortunately, if Amazon is to be believed, only one of them will be there before his birthday.

Yesterday’s dinner went off without any problems. Mal briefly poked his head out of the hallway, only to retreat when we commented about how handsome and brave he was. Chaucer made a special guest appearance when I decided things had settled a enough to feed the boys. My sweet potato and sprout salad was a huge hit.

Once everyone left, I was able to spin for a little while. It wasn’t long, and I didn’t bring out any of my extras. All I had was my phone, the poi, and my headphones. That’s all I needed.

I don’t think there’s anything planned for today. I believe Mom said something about laundry. However, I’m uncertain about whether it was “we don’t need to do laundry” or “we should do laundry because it might rain”. I wasn’t paying much attention.

I don’t pay much attention to anything these days. As usual, I’ll probably stay inside most of the day.

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