It’s morning. It’s been morning since 3:07am, when Chaucer started howling. This continued at regular intervals until he finally managed to find his way into the bedroom and onto the bed.
Unfortunately, he didn’t slot himself into the correct spot by my legs. He wasn’t hitting the “the cats are safe, you can sleep now” trigger point. I never got back to sleep. The next 3 hours were just a mess of trying to relax enough to not cough and intrusive thoughts that I tried to stave off with a combination of Reddit, TikTok, and Bluesky.
Shawshank, for what it’s worth, was able to go back to sleep.
It snowed for most of yesterday. There were some breaks, and the flakes were powdery, so it’s not like there was any substantial accumulation. But the roads are gross, and I don’t foresee them getting any better before he goes into work this morning. According to today’s forecast, we can expect another 3-6″ of shit today.
