And even through all the phases, tell me you accept me Shawshank, December 5, 2024 Good chilly morning my friends. It’s another day. We’re on the downhill slide to the weekend, and I came up with a pretty fun day for Saturday depending on the weather. We may head out to SlightlyBiggerTown and hit up the second hand store, and possibly some Subway. It all depends on the weather. Yesterday was about the worst feeling day for me. But right now, I’m feeling pretty good so far. I’m even thinking about food. Something I haven’t really thought about food. Last night, and this morning I’ve been thinking about what to have. That’s a good thing. It was cold at work yesterday. It started being less cold, when the wind died out. Which was nice, but it was still freakin cold out there. I keep my phone in imperial, as that’s the setting I’ve had for 20ish years, so that’s what I use. But the day actually went pretty quickly. I came home, and instead of having hot cocoa, I had a big bowl of chicken noodle soup. That went down pretty quickly, and I didn’t feel terrible. That’s even better if you ask me. Same thing today. Working for the man. Let’s get it done. After coffee, of course. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ’bout tomorrow March 23, 2024 Good morning fellow humans. It’s ya boy Shawshank. We’re all awake here, and Chaucer has pushed Crystal out of the bedroom, because he needed to go to the bathroom, and he hovered until she had cleaned the box. He’s a creature of routine, like me. But his routine is I’ll… Read More
Life I think it’s time for you to take me out this club and we don’t need to use our words August 20, 2023 We’re up. It’s early. I’ve been up on and off since about 5:30. I’m sure that Crystal had been up for an hour or so before that. So yeah. It’s early. We’re awake. That’s not a good thing. Either way, it is what it is. So yeah, not the best… Read More
Life “Excuse me, you look like you love me April 3, 2026 Well well welly, Wellington. It seems that it’s Friday. And it’s a Good Friday. The coffee has been brewed, and Podrick is pissed off at me, because I covered the door knob, and now he can’t get into the bedroom. But since the door is closed, and he can’t open… Read More