I'm here with two pugs and a neurotic cow-colored lanky dog-thing, all of whom seem more than content lying around and snoring. The only movement they've made in the past 3 hours is to lift their heads every time I get up to go to the bathroom or find something to eat.
They watch as I pass by, then look at each other, as if to say, "Why is he moving? What's going on? Why is he moving and not sleeping like normal things do on Sundays?!"
It's in the midst of these Sunday doldrums I hope to rekindle my blogging habits in a way that's more appealing and less appalling than my previous attempts. I hope to soon chronicle such feats as getting up in the morning and not regretting doing so, making coffee and not burn myself, train my cats not to hate their existence and love their toys even though they are at least 4 years old, make cereal and not burn myself, and explain the precautions I have to take to not lock myself out of my own house each time I leave.
I hope you will join me and the various household pets I encounter in my quests for survival.
