Well, nothing new at least. The parronts go to work. We partake of our super-secret parrot activities that humans are not privy to having knowledge of (just clean up after us and don't ask questions). They come home. They eat. Mommy writes or does stuff with her writing, while daddy reads the news and does work on his computer. Sometimes they watch TV. Sometimes its chores or errands, like cage cleaning, laundry, or dishes (there is a fair amount of grumbling over dishes, as the parronts share a dislike of unloading the dishwasher). Chloe and I hang out with them. Sometimes we have to go in our cages if they're cooking or cleaning or something, and then we play with our toys or have a snack. We go to bed. We get up. They go to work. Repeat.
It's borning. But that's ok, because we do like a routine. And it's good to have them here. Their dull lives entertain us plenty. Mommy talks our ears off. Daddy plays with us a lot. We love them and they love us. It works out good. There's a joy in the mundane workings of everyday life. I know mommy is appreciating it being back from her trip late last week, and we enjoy having her back to be a part of it. There's no place like home, and having everybody in it!
Well folks, it's roosting time. We have to rest up for the Thursday version of life in our home. I think tomorrow is garbage pick up day. Oh boy! We get to listen to mommy talk about how the trash can defy gravity over the garbage bag, and then fall all over the floor everywhere else. Silly mommy should have taken physics in school, eh?
That's all today. Take care, and have a great rest of the week.