by MustBTVDay twenty-five of furlough. The storm rolled in last night and hasn’t let up since — thunder, rain, and the kind of Texas downpour that makes you rethink your life choices. The freeway shut down completely, which meant my sacred Saturday morning bagel run was canceled. Tragic. Fortunately, Starbucks Coffee remained operational, proving once again that caffeine is civilization’s most resilient infrastructure.
The rain has a way of amplifying cabin fever. The Living Room Republic feels smaller when it’s gray outside, so I’ve been pacing between rooms like a restless governor waiting for the budget to pass. Between sips of coffee, I considered reviving yesterday’s plan — a trip to the Tecovas store to finally look at some boots and hats.
The Rodeo Clown dream lives on. At this point, it’s less about the job and more about the symbolism — embracing chaos, dodging disaster, and laughing in the face of absurdity. Seems fitting for a furlough veteran.
Remington refused to go outside, glaring at the rain as though it personally betrayed her. Mittens sat in the window, watching the storm like a tiny philosopher. Tabby, in her usual fashion, has vanished somewhere warm and dry — probably inside a blanket fortress.
Morale check: soggy but stable. Coffee warm, dreams ridiculous, and roads flooded. The Living Room Republic remains on weather watch — ready to deploy to Tecovas should the skies clear and the Rodeo Clown destiny call.
