That’s great, it starts with an earthquake. Metaphorically. Podrick, annoyed from being locked out of the bedroom, finally launched his attack. It sounded like he threw his body at the door. It was at that time, Crystal and I were ripped from slumber. Because in my dreams, The Beautiful One and I, are curled up asleep, Crystal of course is quietly snoring. Me? I’m probably curled up, and slightly drooling.

What actually happened, you ask? Well, I’m not sure but it probably was like this – Crystal, watching TikTok, or editing photos, or videos. Me? Trying to snuggle Crystal. But it’s warm, so I’ll try and shove a hand under her. Also, I’m drooling like a leaky faucet. I try and snuggle Crystal more, but like I said, it’s warm, so she envisions slowly putting a pillow over my face, you know, to stop me drooling.

Finally, a day off. It was an action packed week. First time in a while, where I had five days scheduled. But I powered through it, and ended up on the other side. I’ll be doing chores. I’m really gonna try to actually do all of them. I always skip at least one chore, because I’m a lazy bastard. But I’ll try and do them today, or tomorrow.

It’s been warm here the last four or five days, and the last couple days it’s been humid. This is Podrick’s first summer, so he’s experiencing the heat and humidity for the first time. Pippin is mostly used to it, and will hang out in the cool areas of the Flat. Poor Pod just exists – he’ll sleep on the linoleum. He’ll find a cool place to sleep.