Feeling better today. Feeling like it’s good to be home (when you’ve been here as long as the ‘human has, this is home).

Yeah, Mom’s place has free food and a magic laundry basket that washes the clothes and puts them away all on its own.

But at least here I can fall asleep in the living room and not have to worry about Moms waking me up on her way to work at the crack of dawn asking why I chose to sleep half on the couch, half hanging out the sliding glass door.

Tuesday’s forecast: And schoolwork is cake compared to her daily weapons training.