Yeah, even the Devil knows that Heaven is a honky-tonk

It’s bright, sunny, and the birds are chirping and doing bird things, and the sausage, Podrick is doing Podrick’s things. He’s a bull in a china shop. He can’t help it. In his mind he’s a 10 pound cat. In reality he’s probably north of 25lbs. This a snuggly guy, if you can pick him up.

Pippin came to visit me in the early morning hours. If she keeps this up, she’ll be relaxed enough to snuggle up and sleep close to me. She was walking around and got her to come under the blanket. For seconds, she curled up and I closed my eyes. Then, she was gone.

Work wasn’t too bad last night. Bing Bing asked if her could close. I thought about it, and told him he could. Then I said something that I never would (I’m a control freak, and Bing Bing’s closing abilities are an unknown), whenever we work together, if he doesn’t have to get to his other job, or just wanted to get out quickly, he can close.

He did really, really well. There were a couple of things I suggested, but he ignored. I let it roll, because I think he’ll find out the hard way, when he’s whiting out everything to start over again. Experience will teach him. Hell, it taught me.

Nothing too much planned for today. I have to go up to Shady Acres to pick up the vacuum, and told go to the insurance place to get the truck in my name. Then later on today, we’re hosting my mom for dinner. She chose today, as my dad should be coming back from CapitalCity, and being moved back into the hospital in SlightlyBiggerTown!

I’ll do the majority of the chores tomorrow. But we’ll make sure the Flat is nice and clean for dinner tonight.

But let’s be real: all of that is a problem for Future Shawshank. Current Shawshank simply requires coffee. Coffee and contemplation.