TGIF, y’all. We’re up and Podrick is chasing a laser dot. Well, he was. I think the red dot won this round.
We all had a nice quiet day at home without the Fanta Menace on the loose. Podrick jumped right into the crate without any hesitation, and we dropped him off at the vet’s office in the morning. Shawshank cleaned the kitchen with no one underfoot. Pippin spent most of her time in Shawshank‘s lap, unbothered. I spent most of the time working on a pair of pants. I managed to finish the main assembly and the waistband. The only thing I need to work on is the ankle cuffs and elastic. At the moment, they look like I let a toddler design their own JNKO jeans.
When afternoon rolled around, we headed out to the secondhand shop to kill some time before we had to pick Podrick up. I found a pair of little blue boots, and Shawshank found a new coffee mug. Everyone in the shop loved my hair and ridiculous guitar-shaped purse. We made a quick stop to pick up some extras for dinner, then retrieved our cat.
Poor Pod was very loopy when we brought him home. I think he’d peed himself in the crate, so he was messy. He wobbled when he walked. Pippin used his recovery period to check him out, sniffing him any chance she could. He finally started acting a little more normal by the time we were getting ready for bed. He’s up to his usual antics this morning. He was in bed around 5am for his usual cuddle. I pulled a quilt over us, reset my sleepy playlist, and dozed for another hour or so.
Today is Friday, and Shawshank is working the closing shift. I’m scheduled to do a stream tonight; I set the theme as “casual Friday”. No clown shit, no wigs. I might curl my hair if I’m feeling fancy.
