Good morning, world. Happy Friday. The week is nearly over, and we’ll have a weekend break from murderous South Carolina lawyers and slow-talking defense attorneys. If I have to hear “I guess that’s what I did” one more time, I swear to god, I’m going to stab myself in my good ear.
We had a better night last night than we had the previous. Shawshank came home early from work and rested off what remained of his fall from the night before. His mother picked me up in the afternoon so I could help bring one of her cats – the 18lb one, not the 25lb+ one – back home from the vet.
We dropped the cat at the house, and she grabbed a heating pad for Shawshank‘s back before she dropped me off at home. I made dinner and took care of him for the rest of the night with my wonderfully attentive bedside manner, examples of which include:
- “Go slow, please” (said every time he’d get up off the couch last night)
- “Stay on the floor… no…. DAMN IT LAY DOWN.”
- “DO NOT MOVE UNTIL I COME BACK FROM THE BATHROOM.”
Today, my plans are to be human. I’ll put some real clothes on, and prepare to leave the house again. Depending on how the Murdaugh trial is this afternoon, I’ll let the creative juices flow. Shawshank is working today and tomorrow, and we’re going out tonight for our weekly dinner.
