Author: Shawshank

I’m just a 40-something bearded guy trying to get a fresh start.

Can you take me higher? To a place where blind men see

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The coffee is brewing, and the sun is slowly rising over the houses here in TinyTown. It’s another day. The last day off before next weekend. The cats are slinking around the flat this morning. I’ve already tried and failed to wrangle the cats.

I slept like the dead last night. I think once I got comfortable, I didn’t really move. So I’m a little stiff and sore this morning. That’s just me getting old though, so there’s that to look forward to, if you’re young and reading this. If you are, and you are, do everything possible to stay young.

Wear sunscreen.

Nothing much planned for today. Chores. Brunch. The typical Sunday fare. I actually like Sundays. I like doing the chores. And eating the bacon. We had a highdea last night of taking our garlic and mozzarella breadsticks and putting them in the waffle maker. We’ll have to report back if we do that.

We’re under a special weather warning for the next couple of days. A stupid Alberta clipper is flying through here tonight, and will be fucking up the weather for the next couple of days. They say we’ll be missing most of the snow, but we’ll be getting the winds. Oh, the winds.

I’d rather have the snow.

I need another cup of coffee, so I’ll sign off here. Crystal must be relieved that I didn’t put on the sage this morning. Last night, I was teasing her that we were going to binge Twilight all morning and hopefully complete it before heading to Shady Acres this afternoon.

Maybe I’ll still put it on. We’re wild, and crazy here. It could happen!

I was cutting the rug down at place called The Jug

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Good morning everyone! It’s that time of the year, when the alarm goes off at 7, it’s starting to get daylight out. It’s amazing. Winter is coming. But it’s almost fully light out there.

But of course, there’s the wind.

There’s always some sort of wind out there. According to the weather app, it’s supposed to be windy with a high of 37°. It’s supposed to be cloudy all day, then totally switch over to a windy day.

Nothing much going on right now. Chaucer bullied his way on to my lap. Pippin is over my shoulder, staring at the lamp, like she’s just noticed its presence this morning. She’s a weird one for sure.

It’s long distance chore day. I have to make a grocery list, as we’re heading off to SlightlyBiggerTown later on this morning to grab some stuff for the next week. We also need some weed, since I’ve been freeloading off of Crystal’s vape at night for the last couple of days.

Pippin has just kicked Chaucer off my lap, so it’s the start of a typical morning here. The coffee has finished brewing, and we’ve come to the end of another post.

Let’s all have a great Saturday!

Everybody’s working for the weekend

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Home. It’s been a long long long week. Course I say it every week, but this week, I mean it. 4:30 comes wicked early every day.

We were slightly over staffed for the day. 3 people all morning. Thankfully the grocery order was small. We got it done completely in about 15-20 minutes. Then I went for a little shopping trip. The restaurant is still closed, so last night I asked Crystal if she would like Pierogi for dinner, as they’re on sale this week. She said yes, so I grabbed a couple packs of cheap ass bacon as well. Also grabbed some gas.

Home.

I didn’t tell Crystal that I’d be coming home early, so she’s in the middle of her Just Dance playlist. So I’m watching her gyrate and move around the living room. There’s a lot of perfects popping up. She’s really good.

I’m dead tired. I don’t know why. I’m sleeping through the night mostly. The night before last I slept all the way through, and last night I was only up once about 3 or so. So I’m getting sleep. Why isn’t it more restful?

Off to SlightlyBiggerTown tomorrow for groceries, and weed. Then absolutely nothing for the rest of the weekend. Other than chores, and Shady Acres on Sunday.

Monday comes early. 4:30 comes early.

Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in

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It’s bright and sunny outside. With just a slight cool wind. Yep, I’m home from work. It was wicked dead today. Only a couple of customers within the first couple of hours. But whatever, it doesn’t matter because I’m home now. We’re just trying to figure out what to have for dinner.

Pippin was a crazy kitten this morning. If she had to walk anywhere, she ran at full speed all around the flat. She just chased Chaucer off my lap, so she could sit on it.

Nothing much else going on. More rumours about the date night restaurant. They haven’t been open all this week, so I’m thinking, chances are pretty slim that they’ll be open tomorrow. So we’ll head over to the other restaurant in town. And get something to eat. Or maybe I’ll just call them and order a pizza for takeout.

But for now, that’s all folks. Happy Thursday.