I always know there’s treasure buried somewhere in the junk

It’s been a bit of a morning. Podrick was enjoying 4x4ing across my body this morning. He hurts as he lumbers anywhere. What got me out of bed this morning. I finally got somewhat comfortable, surprisingly flat on my back. I could breathe, I wasn’t over heating. Then, Podrick. I swear that he weighs more than 18 pounds, bolted across my chest.

Ok, ok, I’m awake.

It’s our boys 1st birthday today. He’s managed to make it around the sun for the first time. Now if we can get him to not bound across the bed in the morning, go up in Crystal’s end table, or try to get on the plant shelf, we’d be worlds ahead. so we’ll keep trying, because he’s cute.

He’s just. Podrick. I can’t explain him more than that. He is who he is, and he’s the cutest orange guy I’ve ever come across.

But boy can that boy eat.

Back to work this afternoon. Then a day off tomorrow. Then a run of four days. Yep, I’m working the weekend. TemuJensenAckles is in school for a new career, and is in BiggerTown taking classes and being at student, so we’ve been picking up his shifts.

I need more coffee, and some Advil. That must mean it’s Tuesday. Good morning world.