I think I’m getting used to Podrick’s antic in the mornings. Mostly. It was around 6:30 when I finally had enough of a 20lb cat either bouncing across my chest, or bruise inducing feet marching across my legs.

But we’re all up, and I have Pippin relaxing on my lap. Podrick is trilling while looking out the front window. There must be a small bird out in the front yard. It’s a gray day out there. I don’t think it’s going to get sunny today. Well, might have a bit of sun for an hour or so this morning, but otherwise it’s an overcast day.

Back to work this afternoon. It wasn’t too bad yesterday. It was busy, and not busy at the same time for most of the evening. It made most of the time go pretty quickly. It did slow down around 7:30 or so, but that worked out for us to take care of the closing checklist pretty quick.

Kitties have been fed. All is right in their world. Except for Podrick. He does not approve of his breakfast. He’d rather scavenge in the sink, instead of eating his very tasty compressed kibble.

So, yeah, I think it’s Tuesday. Time marches forward.