Podrick has been Podrick this morning. I kept waking up, hearing him do random bullshit throughout the house. I got up once to see WTF he was doing. I thought he was up in the toilet shelves. Nope, he was playing with an empty soda box in the kitchen.

Now remember, I’m double masked at this point. I stumble out of the bedroom and lift just one side, so I have one eye out. I see what he’s doing and do an about-face and head back into the bedroom. No I don’t know why, but I’m moving like I’m walking down the street.

Remember the two masks?

Because, I didn’t. I almost did a face plant in the space between the bed, and the closet. Once I felt the corner of the bed, I stoped, righted myself, and crawled back into bed.

But I’m slowly starting the day here. We’re up, Podrick is mostly mellow right now. I’m almost ready for a second cup of coffee. And a couple of more minutes, I’ll be able to feed the cats.

It’s Tuesday motherfuckers. And that means screaming into the void.