Hello, world, it’s time to get up and greet the day. There’s a lovely, red sunrise out there this morning. The air doesn’t feel as cool as it was over the weekend; however, Shawshank‘s weather app says this will be the warmest day until next week. I think Chaucer might be a little chilly, as he’s desperately trying to climb into my lap.
Our trip to the farm was cancelled when everyone remembered it was Thanksgiving and the farmer’s kids had a day off from school. We got word as we were literally pulling away from the house. Then, when we were on our way to bring Momsie‘s truck back when she texted new info: keep the truck, go to the farm on Tuesday. As a result, we turned the truck around, went back to the Flat, and made brunch.
We spent the rest of the day watching stuff on TV. I spent an hour in the tub while Shawshank watched some Critical Role, and we watched a few episodes of Supernatural later. The cats just laid about, as cats are wont to do. I drove up with Chaucer’s bed, and he completely ignored it until last night. Pippen napped in it the other day, and I think he’s reclaiming his space.
All in all, a low-key day at home.
Since the field trip out to the farm was cancelled, we’re going to try again this morning. We’ve already been asked to hold off until we know for certain they’re going to be working in the fields today. Shawshank has this week off, so we’re mostly just kicking it in the house.
