Good morning, world. We have another chilly morning out there.
Cold temps aside, it’s been pretty typical. Podrick demanded attention around 5:30am, when he felt me waking up. I gave him as much attention as I could before he heard Pippin jump down from her perch and bolted off the bed. I dozed until he stomped across me to get onto our dressers and shelves. He started fussing with a charging cord, and that was the signal to put him in the hall and lock him out of the bedroom.
Shawshank and I had a nice day off together. While it was cold as shit, the weather was nice. The skies and the roads were clear, so he drove us out to BiggerTown. They have a nice little secondhand shop that is full of little rooms and nooks full of random treasures. I ended up finding a couple of tank tops and some satin nighties for work, as well as a couple of vintage romance novels. I need to quickly look up plot synopses of the books to make sure I won’t be caught off guard when a main character does a line of coke off a glass coffee table. Shawshank found some long johns. I paid for our stuff, and we went out for lunch before we headed back home.
We’re both working tonight. I’ll have to decide which wig I’m going to wear. Why do I even have hair anymore?
