Happy Humpday. I’m awake, you’re awake, Chaucer has his tongue buried in a catnip mouse’s bottom. Looks like it’s a typical morning so far.
I woke up to the same thing I fell asleep with: a thunderstorm. At 5am, Chaucer, upset that Brian had just left for the day, started yowling in the living room. Mal huddled at the end of the bed, ready to bolt if there was a particularly loud crash of thunder. Thankfully, I could get back to sleep, even if it was light.
Since I managed to haul my ass outside for a workout yesterday, today is a guaranteed rest day. I think we’re supposed to go to a hardware store to buy Brian’s mom a birthday present. The weather forecast is more of the usual sunshiney bullshit. Sure, it’s sunny now, but the storms here are like fucking hobbit meals –
We’ve had one, yes. What about second thunderstorm?
