I’m so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest

I’m awake.

The bed was so snuggly, I didn’t want to leave. But I had to. I got shit to do. But currently I have Chaucer holding me down. He’s snuggled right in.

I slept like the dead.

Today, we don’t have too much on our table. I have laundry to do. Brunch to cook, and later, I’ll be hauling 10 bags of wood pellets into Shady Acres.

I don’t really have too much else to say, so here’s a picture. Look at that for a little while, it’ll take some time for me to wake up. Happy Sunday my friends, pop over to Crystal’s page to ask her about a cake!

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