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Bring in the dog and put out the cat

Posted on by Shawshank

So in the last two three eleventy I have no idea how many days. My sleep fogged mind can’t figure basic stuff out this morning. But Crystal started 1883, and I was there to finish it with her. Then we watched season 1 of 1923. Yesterday we finished the second season. Wow. What a finish. I like the writer for not always giving a happy ending. Not everything needs to have a happy ending. Would I have wished that everyone had long healthy lives? Yes. Is that how the world actually works? Nope. The ending was amazing.

The weekend that we just had was great. I love spending time with Crystal. She has such a wicked sense of humour that both of us share. Don’t was a good couple of days. It was very warm this morning in the bed, add to the fact that furnace was blowing at the same time, means that I at least, was sweaty as I woke up.

Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey

Posted on by Shawshank

Good morning everyone. Podrick let us sleep in until 7:30, before he started banging around, so I go up out of bed before he really started to get rowdy. We spent a minute giving lots of pets and snuggles. Then the morning got started. Coffee turned on. Kitty bowls, full.

The day has been started.

I don’t know where Podrick is, but Pippin is all snuggles on my lap. She’s currently watching TV with us. Ahh, there’s Podrick, he’s being an ass with Crystal’s wires.

We didn’t do anything yesterday. Other than laundry, brunch, and dinner – we sat on the couch and watched the first season of 1923. A very good show. Saturday while Crystal wasn’t feeling well, she started, and we finished watching 1883. So 1923 was the best idea. I turned to her and said, we got two days, we can blast through the series.

I can do this all day.

It’s a thief in the night to come and grab you

Posted on by Shawshank

It’s been a day already. I’m 100% sure Podrick is truly testing me on if I need actual sleep headphones to block him out as much as possible. He was going at it last night, and again this morning. I picked up Pippin’s bed twice, the same with the toilet paper.

Other than a cough, Podrick is pretty much back to normal. 7 days of pent up energy is bubbling over the last day or two. And he eats like a wildebeest. I don’t think I’ve ever had a cat so food motivated before. That’s a good and a bad thing. He’s currently locked in the bedroom, because he has a good 7-8 pounds on Pippin, and he loves to tackle her.

It’s chore day here. After brunch I’ll throw some clothes on and deliver some dishes to my parents, along with their mail, and the town newsletter. Mom said she’s doing a lot better, but my dad, s a pretty pretty princess that just sits there sick. I’m sure he’s getting better too

But it’s also chore day here, so in a couple of hours I’ll be starting the laundry. It’ll be a nice relaxing day here. Which is what we both need. Happy Monday!

Get the party goin’ on the dance floor

Posted on by Shawshank

I’ve been up on and off since around 6. Podrick is being Podrick, and he’s apparently feeling a lot better. I’m gonna have to take everything off the night stand. Because like a honey badger, he doesn’t fucking care about anything or anyone.

He really doesn’t like apple pie.

He’s simply being an asshole this morning.

We’re still sick here. But I hope that we’re getting better. Crystal is in hot mode. I just want the sickness to be over.

Back to work for the all day Sunday shift in a couple of hours. I’m just looking forward to tomorrow. Days off are coming! Chores are coming!

Coffee first.

I’m the question, and you’re of course the answer

Posted on by Shawshank

Good afternoon, my little bitches. I’ve been up, on and off since probably, around 4, but rolling out of bed at 4:51. I woke up at 4am freaking out that I missed my alarm. I didn’t. I fell back into a light sleep until 4:51, when I said fuck it. Close enough.

Coffee.

Feed the cats.

Stare at the TV until it was time to pre-heat the truck, and 10 minutes later, I stepped out into a windblown wasteland that is TinyTown before the sun comes up. I pull into work and start my day.

Lights on.

Count the cash.

Stand on top of the gas and diesel holding tanks, and scream into the void. After screaming, I head back inside, and kick out two customers, because we haven’t opened yet. Bing Bing forgot to lock the door. S’ok.

Back home now. Oven pre-heating for chunks of pig. Yum. And the bonus? I get to do it all over again tomorrow. But all day. Open to close.