by MustBTVDay ten of furlough. I woke at 0600 — not out of necessity, but apparently out of muscle memory. My alarm didn’t even get the chance to contribute. The government may be on pause, but my body clock clearly missed the memo.
Today’s main event: Remington’s doctor appointment. She’s currently unaware, blissfully patrolling the living room with the confidence of someone who doesn’t yet know there will be thermometers involved. The appointment looms on the calendar like a classified operation. Treats will be deployed as morale boosters.
The truck situation, on the other hand, has entered full budgetary theater. $3,500 in pre-vacation maintenance — shocks, struts, brakes, fluids, the works. After reviewing the spreadsheet and consulting with the Family CFO, authorization was granted. Fiscal responsibility remains intact, though the treasury audibly sighed. The CFO reminded me that vacation readiness is a “strategic priority,” which I translated as, “You can keep your truck, but don’t even think about new speakers.”
On the health front, progress continues. The small pain in my abdomen has eased up a bit. I can now bend, reach, and breathe without narrating each action like a dramatic war injury. Improvement feels like victory.
Mittens and Tabby continue their usual duties. Mittens reported from the windowsill that the bird situation remains stable, while Tabby announced a security breach involving a fallen crumb near the toaster. Remington took immediate interest and neutralized the threat with extreme prejudice.
Curly and Moe behaved through the night — no reboots, no updates, no blue-screen diplomacy. I’m beginning to suspect they’re plotting something.
Morale check: strong. Health improving, finances holding, and Remi’s about to face her appointment like the brave little Sergeant-at-Arms she is. The Living Room Republic endures — one vet visit, one invoice, and one CFO-approved budget line at a time.
