Good morning, world. Today marks the 48th anniversary of the day that my husband was ejected from the mother ship. The universe has seen fit to grace him with sunshine, and hot weather- but not a chance to sleep late this morning. I had my weeks completely fucked up on the calendar this week. Right…
Hello, world. The whole house is up. Podrick popped under the blanket at around 5am, and we snuggled all morning. We dozed for a while, until I needed to adjust my position. Surprisingly, he adjusted with me, and we continued with the morning suck-and-cuddle for another hour, until he woke up too much to be…
Good morning, world. It’s a new day. A Sunday. Podrick woke me up early with an attempt to get under the blankets with us. Unfortunately, his first attempt was ultra-successful, and he ended up under both the quilt and the weighted blanket. If he were bigger, I wouldn’t have worried too much, but he’s still…