Partner, having moved, has no internet access, temporarily. I suggested yesterday that I might try splitting some firewood today, and lest he miss out on some suffering, he showed up around nine.

Me, I hadn’t even put pants on yet, I had decided to attempt to see the top surface of my desk for the first time in a very long time. So Partner stayed and watched a while, until the boredom overtook him and he began to scream.

I can see my whole desk now, and i have removed about five cubic feet of shit, which I’m happy to see go. I had it all piled up on the floor by the desk and the dog got into it and hooked himself in the lip wth an old Rapala, which he shook loose with some surprise and alarm, causing some consternation in the household. Dumbass. If beagles wouldn’t try to eat every damned thing they can reach it would be a lot easier to have them in a house. And I understand why a powerful lot of people make them outside dogs.