Good morning, world. We’ve hit Monday again. The sun is shining, but I’m cold this morning. I’ve been up since around 5am, which is better than 4am, but definitely isn’t 6am. Pippin started yelling at the sunlight as soon as Shawshank opened the curtains. The coffee is helping. We had a quiet Sunday. Shawshank’s mom…
Happy Sunday, y’all. We’re up. I’ve been treated to Pippin snuggles all morning. They were an acceptable trade for being up a little early. We did the things we needed to do yesterday. I assumed a human form, and we were on the road shortly thereafter. The weather forecast had updated, and the threatened snow…
Happy Tuesday, y’all. It’s another morning. But… it’s not a snowy morning. Silver linings, amiright? I woke up before sunrise, with both cats pinning me in place. Fortunately, I finagled my way into a more comfortable position. I had to readjust a few times, as my chest decided to fuck with me. I finally dug…