Baxter really enjoys being in the bathroom with his humans. Every morning, he jumps up on my shoulders while I’m brushing my teeth.
Sometimes, after Aaron showers, Baxter will jump into the still-wet bathtub and roll around or lick at the water droplets.
Funny how every cat is peculiar in their own special way.
At the behest of our ISP, we called yesterday to upgrade our cable internet connection to fiber. We were surprised when they scheduled the install for today, a Sunday.
Of course, the snow started just before the technician showed up, and slowed down about the time he was done climbing poles.
It worked out for the best that we got this taken care of on a weekend, since the whole process took more than two hours. Not only would it have disrupted my work (albeit not very much), but the timetable would have stressed us out — either Aaron would be trying to sleep through a morning appointment or wondering if he’d be able to leave for work on time in the afternoon.
In the end, we actually weren’t inconvenienced much at all, outside of taking a raincheck on our usual Sunday lunch out and helping the tech get access to our crawlspace. He did a very professional job with running the wire from the pole to our home office, he was super friendly and polite, and I hope he got paid well for his Sunday.
I’m looking forward to enjoying our new internet connection. My home laptop is nearly getting the gigabit speeds we were promised: 809 Mbps download and 803 Mbps upload with a wired connection. The download speed over my work VPN has improved by some 54%, and the upload speed is TWENTY-FIVE TIMES FASTER.
Maybe my work day is about to get less annoying… as far as waiting for data to load, anyway.
I crack myself up sometimes: my written communication is full of three-syllable words and semicolons; my verbal communication includes phrases like, “Is that still a thing?” 😄
Snuggled up with my kitty, enjoying the view of the winter sun on last night’s snow.
Most mornings, I’ll sit in the comfy chair in the family room, my computer on my lap, my snuggly kitty tucked into the perfectly-sized spot to my left. Today, though, I decided to sit on the loveseat and just look out at the snow. Baxter thought that was a fine idea, and decided to join me.
He’ll take just about any opportunity to climb up on my shoulder or lay on my chest, really. Even when I’m at my standing desk. The photo below is from mid-October 2024, when I was walking on my treadmill while working, and he decided to trust-flop from my shoulder down into my arms.
Baxter snuggles aren’t always convenient or well-timed, but I love them just the same.
Scrawled on the dirty rear window of the Ford Expedition in front of me:
“my dad is a poopy hed”