It's not a Long Monday. I cancelled Game Night because Beloved told me at 8PM that there was a dinner we're meant to go to this evening.
So my choices were: a lot of caffeine and being lackluster for the latter half of a 48-hour day, or get some firkin SLEEP and shine for the important stuff.
My mob apparently gave up on game night too. Dag.
We're pondering easier ways to make the dungeons happen so we can get on with game, but the cat's dental bill stands in my way.
Eight hundred firkin dollars that I do not have for a cat to have an easier time with her food.
And we'll probably have to do it again in a year. Because that's how this congenital problem she has firkin works.
Onwards to today's tale.