by MustBTVDay three of furlough. I woke at 6 AM, not out of discipline but because Remington declared a state of emergency over a suspicious leaf in the backyard. Crisis averted, democracy preserved. Breakfast was once again Cinnamon & Brown Sugar Instant Oatmeal. I stirred it with the dignity of a statesman signing a peace accord, though the raisins staged a last-minute walkout.
The sock drawer government remains stable but restless. The argyles are negotiating with the tube socks, demanding equal drawer space. I’ve been asked to mediate, but I refuse to intervene in domestic hosiery policy. Neutrality is my only path forward. Today marked the first official “correspondent report.” Mittens, broadcasting live from the windowsill, delivered a grave warning: “The bird outside is plotting a coup.” He then licked his paw and fell asleep mid-sentence, but the intelligence has been logged. His role as Chief Opposition Critic is all but assured.
XSplit adjustments continued. I added another transition, this time called “Shutdown Fade #3.” No one will ever notice it, but it makes me feel like I’m contributing to national security. Morale check: We remain operational. Faith in the household republic is strong, though the cats are clearly forming factions. The government shutdown continues.
