Hey, y’all. It’s Tuesday, and I’m awake and alone in the house. It hasn’t been the best morning. I had a lot of trouble staying asleep, waking up several times worried about Shawshank waking up on time for work. I don’t know what time Podrick came into the bedroom after Shawshank left– I don’t think it was too much later. We’re trying to gray rock Podrick so he doesn’t think mornings in bed are playtime, but I failed like crazy this morning. He started by going after the cord for the aurora light. I covered it with a pillow, which he immediately tried to burrow under. I threw him out of that corner of the bed. He quickly returned, this time digging in my quilts because he wanted to pull the tissue out of its box. Fuck you, cat. I’ll get up, but you’re not being fed early.
I’ve been out of bed for more than an hour now. The cats have been fed, and I’ve closed the bedroom door because someone keeps courting death by jumping on top of it. I don’t know what the fuck he attempted to do the last time, but he managed to knock something off a wall in the living room when he landed.
We had a nice day off, and drove out to Slightly BiggerTown to run some errands. It was a quick trip, since we did a big shop last weekend. We picked up his meds, lunch, grabbed some stuff from the grocery store, and headed out to the dispo. They’ve been running contests lately, little multiple-choice quizzes. This month’s topic was song lyrics, and Shawshank put me to work. He joked that they should just check it when I handed it in. The budtender went in the back and grabbed the answer key, checked my answers, and I snagged a sweet array of sponsored swag.
Our last stop was the thrift shop. We’re hardly ever in Slightly BiggerTown on a day when they’re open, so this was a rare treat for me. I found some curtains for the bedroom window and some things to amuse myself with while I work. As luck would have it, I was able to go to the secondhand shop here in town. We didn’t see anything we had to buy, so we went over to Shady Acres to pick up a dresser his mom had cleared out for us. We’ve been sharing one dresser since I moved up here. That was all good when I came up 3 years ago with only a week’s worth of clothing to my name, and he had about the same amount.
Shawshank will be home around lunchtime, so I’m taking the day off. I’m going to fuck with my hair.
