The forces of the morning (and Podrick) tire me from my slumber early this morning. I tried ignoring him. I really did. Finally I put him out of the bedroom, and listened to him throwing his shoulder against the door like a Terminator, and I was John Conner.

Eventually, he gave up.

For a while.

I mostly dozed, trying to get back into a deep restorative sleep. But 5 different sleep daddy videos couldn’t put me back to sleep. It felt like I was tossing and turning. The forces of the morning (and Podrick) were conspiring against me.

Fine, I’ll get out of bed.

Coffee on, lights, on, curtains partially opened.

Nintendo Switch controller x3, and the handle for the controller picked up. I had to get on my hands and knees to find the 4th controller. Nintendo Switch picked up, and plugged back in. Controllers back on the charger.

Good morning TinyTown. I do believe we’re ready to greet the day.

It’s chore day here, and I’ll be starting that in a little while. We’re not gonna go over to Shady Acres today. I will be for a hot minute, to clean the pellet stove, bring over the weekly town newsletter (for the last two weeks), and ask if I can borrow my parents vacuum, with the promise of bringing it back on Tuesday.

So busy day here. These are the plans:

• Clean the fortress of solitude under the bed
• Laundry
• The usual chore
• Clean the pellet stove
• Vacuum
• Brunch

I’m sure there’s much more to do, but I’m trying to be mysterious. Why would I tell you all the chores that need to be done?

Always keep them guessing.

I would write about the gorgeous day that we had driving all around and visiting a Walmart for the first time in a few years. And McDonald’s. Glorious McDonald’s. But she’s currently writing it up, so I don’t have a link to the post.

EDIT: here’s the link. You’re welcome.

Happy Sunday, bitches.

I’m ready for a nap that I won’t take.