FRIIIIIIIDAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY. We all made it to the end of the week. I woke up around 4:30am, which sucked. Maybe too warm, maybe cats, whatever woke me is a mystery. Fortunately, I managed to find a modicum of sleep before the alarm went off at 7. The cats started waking up an hour before that, with Chaucer walking around us and Pippin on top of us.
The hose for the showerhead broke this week. I’m stoked, as I have an excuse to take baths instead of showers. Shawshank is still showering, but he showers like a normal person. He’s efficient. I, on the other hand, prefer to wash and then stand there. I slowly turn under the stream of water like a large, pale rotisserie chicken until the hot water runs out. It’s all bubble baths, all the time- at least until tomorrow.
Zeppelin came around last night after dinner. Shawshank asked me to come outside while he smoked, knowing I’d want to pet the cat and thus the cat would leave him alone for a change. He’s not wrong. I’ll pet all the cats. Plus, Zep makes cute little noises that are part purr and part trill when you pet him.
Shawshank has work today, but then the weekend is ours. Tonight is date night. Tomorrow is shopping.
