Dear humans,

According to the lore of other humans, Monday should be the not-fun day and Friday should be the fun day. It seems the female has teleported through time and performed some dark magic, reversing these days of the week.

She had a good Monday.

Today, the male woke up doing a rather admirable job of being the beast! He even flung his blanket in the female's face. And my face. We stared at him in a state of shock (mine) and annoyance (her.) We question the blanket-in-the-face event.

Apparently, it was a 'mistake.'

Yeah, male. It was a mistake. The female is on a warpath, and she is gonna have you for lunch!

Today will be an interesting day in the Blain Household.

I have stolen an amusing paragraph from Grave Humor for you.

Eoghan needed to stop talking to corpses. It never accomplished anything, although I had taken up to talking to the less lively residents a time or two out of boredom. After hundreds of years on ice, I couldn’t really blame him for talking to anyone—or anything—that might listen to him.

As usual, the stolen works are unedited.

Mostly.

The female licked the screen. That counts as editing, right?

Have this picture of my sister licking her nose. Also, I don't think the humans have made the apartment this clean in forever. Or since before shelter-in-place began.

They should fix that. Naughty, naughty humans.

Tomorrow, they say... tomorrow.

Have a great day, humans!

(If you want to indulge in more of our ramblings and see today's book recommendation, it'll be on the blog.)