Liz and I started watching Midnight Mass tonight, finally, the day after spooky season ends. Better late than never! Pretty sure we’ve figured out what’s going on just over one episode in.

That kind of thing doesn’t bother me, actually, so long as the thing I’ve figured out is fun, which I think this one is. And especially when there are several ways said figured-out-thing can be executed or explained.

I was productive today. Mildly. It was a chill-er day. I want tomorrow to rock, so it’s to bed on time, and up early. Wish me luck!

Coco continues to act normally. She’s ever-so unsteady on her feet, like she seems to slip a little more on our laminate floors, or when she shakes her body out. But she’s otherwise spry as she always had been. Trotting into the kitchen. Wanting to run home after pooping so she can get her meatorade. Wiggle-worming in the mornings before breakfast. And giving me up-up eyes when she wants me to hold her on my chest, or lay down next to me on the couch.

Love her so much.

Night night.