Knocking me out with those American thighs Shawshank, April 7, 2024 Good Sunday morning, my friends. It’s a bright, warmish day out in the real world. The coffee has been brewed, and is being consumed as I type this. So far, no cats are around us, but I’m sure that will change in a few moments. Again, I slept like the dead. I slept on my left side most of the night, so my shoulder is hurting this morning. That’s ok, it’ll start to feel better as I prep for laundry day in a little while. It’s that point in the spring time weather, that it’s slightly chilly at night, but warm in the morning. I may have to take a blanket off the bed, but I’ll talk to the executive, and see what we can do. Chaucer just jumped up on the pirate chest. He’s looking for a lap to relax on. Mine. But I just want to get this post out, and go to the bathroom. At least, I want to finish a sentence before going. Nothing much planned for today. Just the usual; chores, brunch, and Shady Acres for dinner. Nothing major, as the work week is just about to start. Happy Sunday y’all! Life blogbloggerchore daycoffeejournallazy SundaymorningsTinyTown
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