In the spur of the moment, some other boots could buy me a beer

The hallway looks like it was a Tom Jones concert – “woo-woo boys” underwear strewn about. I checked, and I’m pretty sure that they’re not mine. Both cats were pretty good this morning. I believe I was used as a pommel horse just once, and that was just lucky timing. Otherwise, my legs were just in the way of progress, I guess.

We’re awake this morning, and we’ll be heading to Shady Acres earlier today, as we have to help my mom get the house ready to be put on the market. She’s been freaking out, and trying to get everything done at the same time. She’s like me, start 5-7 projects at once, overstimulate myself, and really only half-ass one or two. So Crystal and I have to be the voice of reason.

And that’s why I did the laundry yesterday after work. So a little later on, I’ll make brunch as usual, then I’ll text mom to see when she wants us early. She said after lunch. Ours or theirs? When do they have lunch? Does our brunch count as lunch? I thought brunch was breakfast and lunch – just elevated. We’ll see.

Once Pippin has finished her private dining in the bedroom, I’ll open the door. You just experienced a time skip, the door is open – Pippin is enjoying the sun on her face, and now Podrick has decided that it’s time for breakfast.

Alright, alright, alright. Coffee is brewed, the sun is shining, and the birds are singing. Let’s start this day. Let’s gooo!