Happy Monday. Make yourself useful and get me another coffee. Pippin has been absolutely bonkers this morning, a continuation of the bullshit she started last night at bedtime. Chaucer, on the other hand, is being a good boy.
We had a nice dinner with some of Shawshank‘s visiting family last night. Tasty dinner, tasty dessert. I dealt with the expected anxiety-inducing questions by watching TikTok videos. We headed home and I chatted with Mom, who only made things worse. The hot bath was too hot to sit in for too long.
Pippin woke me up around midnight. She was tearing ass across the apartment, from one side to the other. I was forced out of bed when she found a spool of thread to chase around the bathroom tile. We had a similar situation this morning. I’m not impressed.
Shawshank has today off, which means brunch. I need to fix my laptop at some point.
