I’d expected maybe that I’d have the kinks of this new era worked out somewhat this week. That I’d have an alarm pleasantly waking me just after dawn, breakfast for me and my brood, and a Honey hug-and-kiss before an invigorating and blank paged welcomed me to my abtoir. I don’t. Not exactly.
Though I had figured on a worthless housekeeping post before the week was up so: job well done!
…and now I have four minutes in my tattered hour to cover my intended topic: steampunk kittens.
“Of course they purr,” Reichenold exasperated.