With Chaucer trying his hardest to wake me up to feed him, he was up to hijinks this morning. He was clawing at the floor on my side of the bed, close to my head. Then shortly before the alarm was supposed to go off, he decided that he should throw up. In the bedroom, that’s what actually got me out of bed.

Good morning my friends. Welcome to Friyay! We made it. Mostly. I have work today, and tomorrow. Yep, I even asked BossLady if we were going to be open on the Kings coronation. She said yes. So I’ll watch the coronation on YouTube at work.

Yesterday didn’t go too bad, considering that I was up early to deliver the truck and trailer about a half hour away so BossLady and NewNewGirl wouldn’t have to waste time driving all the way here. See TinyTown is in a weird spot. We’re a half hour away from two towns so I drove to meet them at what locals call the corner. It saved them about 40 minutes.

I slept like the dead last night. The bed was pretty comfy and perfectly warm. Just right. It would’ve been nice if Chaucer would just let us sleep until the alarm. But maybe that’ll change once we get a curtain up there.

Moar coffee pls!