It was the best of sleeps, it was the worst of sleeps. It was a morning of early waking, and it was a morning of Pippin snuggles.
I’ve been up since around 5-ish. I’m almost used to the pre-dawn waking at this point. That’s not to say I particularly enjoy being up; it’s too “late” to drug myself and too early to put on the coffee. However, all of my frustrations about laying there in the bed melted away when Pippin popped up on my pillow. I let her sniff me a little and then pet her for a bit. She likes to be under the blankets, so I lifted the edge of the quilt a little and she crawled right in. I felt her slide down and curl up against my midsection, where she stayed for a while.
Eventually, Shawshank shifted position, which meant I shifted position. Pippin made her way back out from under the blankets. Instead of leaving, she let me pet her for a while, then made like she wanted back under the quilt. I lifted the blanket again, and she curled up once more. This time, however, she stayed near my chest. She stayed there with her head under my chin while I cuddled her like a teddy bear.
All good things come to an end, though. After about 20 minutes, Pippin untangled herself from me. Then she walked across the two of us before plunking her little form between us.
Today is Friday.
We went out for dinner last night. There’s only about six tables in the restaurant, and the clientele is mostly people from town. Everyone knows everyone. Their Facebook page mentioned running out of burgers yesterday, and Shawshank called to ask if they had even one for me for dinner last night. They initially told him no, then called him back to let him know they found some for us. It’s that sort of place. The burgers are great. The mound of fries was larger this week.
Watching the sun set from the table is a big bonus.
Tonight is the first night at the haunted house. I can see the branches of the pines moving, so I know the wind is a little stronger than I’d like to be spinning in. The big balls aren’t too bad to spin with if there happens to be a breeze. Tosses can be a bit wonky in the wind, but spinning shouldn’t be off limits. Unfortunately, any wind will make things a bit colder out there. We drove past the bar last night while they were setting things up. From the looks of things, I might be set up between the bar and Shawshank‘s shop. If that’s the case, buildings will block the wind on at least two sides. Shawshank‘s mom dropped a Thermos off for me, and we’re going to fill it with spiked hot chocolate.
