
I’m here. Starting to feel a little irrationally nervous. What could go wrong? Let’s find out.

I’m here. Starting to feel a little irrationally nervous. What could go wrong? Let’s find out.
When the cellar flood happened two years ago we banned Patches from the cellar. Now that the cellar is being restored to new glory, Patches has been longing to return. Seriously. She’s been scratching at the cellar door and everything.
Just a couple more weeks, kitty. We are almost there.

Robbie cooked chicken in the air fryer today because that’s what you do in the 2020’s.

I get up to go to the bathroom (because I’m old and that’s what old people do at night) and come back to find this:

PILLOW THIEF!!!
This rug used to be in the office. Do we like it here?

Two things. First, storms a comin’. Second, can you believe how dirty the windshield is?

Patches. The lady of the jungle. Ruler of all she surveys.
The idea was to get an electric fireplace to act as a swanky space heater for the cellar. It gets chilly down there and we wanted to have a heat source for movie marathons and work days and such.
Jen bought one, then found a better one that is built into an entertainment center and bought that one too. The plan was to cancel the first one but the seller wouldn’t let us. Then we tried to refuse delivery but UPS brought it to the wrong door. So now what? I guess we’ll put it together and use it in the fireplace? Sounds like a plan.
Unfortunately, but fitting given the previous events, it’s mangled. A huge dent on top and a huge-er dent underneath. One of the legs doesn’t fit so I monkey’d something together temporarily.
I’m guessing the next time we have someone come here for a junk pick up, this will be leaving us.
It’s cute though.
I think I’m ready for the next Lizardfish gig’s load in.
The drywall folks are coming back today… even though it’s Saturday.
