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Good morning everyone. It’s a bright and sunny day out there. The birds are singing, and the kittens aren’t at each other’s throats this morning. But I’m sure I hear some growling. Podrick was being Podrick very early this morning, and Crystal had to lock him out of the bedroom very early this morning.

Then, I swear, he was throwing himself at the door. Crystal said he was playing with the rug, but maybe, just maybe, it was Pippin finally taking charge, and throwing him against the wall. The door was closed, so we’ll never know if it was Pippin beating him up.

It’s quiet now.

Work wasn’t too bad last night. I’m sure it’ll be busier tonight, and I’m already telling myself that it’ll be busier tonight. No two nights are the same. It wasn’t slow last night, but it’s usually busier than we had. The weekend is slowly getting closer. Like I believe I said yesterday, Monday is a civic holiday, so I’ll have a three day weekend.

But first coffee.