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Shawshank, December 21, 2025

It’s dark out.

Up to about 15 minutes ago, it was dark in here as well. But Podrick started to get the itch. The itch to climb all over me. I could tell that was resisting for most of the morning. He went across me twice I believe. His paws hurt. He has no powers of silence or quietly walking around.

But it was around the normal time to get up, so I got out of the almost too warm cocoon of the bed. It was starting to get very warm. Sleep daddy was no longer talk to me, and just playing the background music. So I figured it was time to get up.

So yeah. That was this morning. We didn’t do too much yesterday. I shovelled the side walk, and hit up the tiny grocery store for some bacon for brunch this morning. I stopped at the post office, and picked up my parent’s Christmas present. I’m just waiting for the main package.

They have 1 day to get this shipped to me. The 2 packages have been late. But I guess that’s what happens when it takes the company like 9 days to actually start the picking process. Now that I’ve thought about this for a minute, I’ve already gotten a sorry for the delay $5. This package has everything in it. Crystal’s gifts, secondary gifts for my parents. The wrapping paper for everything.

I have a feeling that it’ll be late. I ordered with lots of time. But we’ll see. Technically, there’s still three days that it can arrive. Hopefully, it makes it here in time.

Time for more coffee. It’s Sunday my dudes.

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