I never go to work.
Lucky for Isis, who still cries if I leave the room and she can’t follow.
Schools are closed, ergo government offices are closed, ergo I am still in my pajamas. I have done some work from my laptop, but there’s not a lot I can do, especially since I was on vacation all last week.
Isis loves the snow, she bounds around in it, leaping through the drifts, which are now as tall as she is.
I don’t know if Stew is mad about the puppy, since they haven’t really been exposed to each other, but he’s not too happy that I left him for a whole week.
He pooped on his top shelf, which he’s never done, and on Saturday, he damn near took off the tip of my index finger when I tried to make amends by hand feeding him. It bled something fierce. He also knocked over the plant in his habitat.
The other night I accidentally unplugged his heater, and today I realized that I had it turned up to 100 degrees. So he’s right to be angry, as I am clearly trying to kill him.
At least I’m keeping him warm, which can’t be said about Isis.