Good morning, world. We’re up and about and enjoying coffee with the cats. Pippin has spent the morning squeezing Chaucer out of all his favorite spots. First, she pushed him out of his spot between my knees before we even were out of bed. Now, she claimed Shawshank‘s lap. Chaucer is in loaf form by Shawshank‘s feet, pouting.
I tried to do a nun-themed photo shoot yesterday, but ran into the same trouble as last year. Unfortunately, the headgear makes photos…. weird. Keeping it in the frame is difficult, and setting up shots is a pain in the ass. I ended up frustrated while taking pics, but had a little dance off while breaking down my “set” to cheer me up. The pics I looked at aren’t great, but I’ll go through them later today and edit the things that don’t suck ass.
All that bitching yesterday about rescheduling shit and I might’ve gotten a dozen decent pics.
