Life When Santa visits his paisons, with Dominick he’ll be. Because the reindeer cannot climb the hills of Italy. Shawshank, December 16, 2024 Again I was up before the alarm. Way before. It started at 2:20am. Then the next time I was up was 3:15. Then 3:45. Then 4am. Then finally 4:26. That’s when I just got up and shut the alarm off before it even had a chance to turn on. I did my usual early morning… Continue Reading
Life Simply having a wonderful Christmastime Shawshank, December 15, 2024 Got started a little later than normal. I was a slug and didn’t want to get out of bed due to the warmth it was providing to us. But soon or later I’d have to emerge from my cocoon. So I figured it was time, and my body lurched to life. It’s Sunday, and Crystal… Continue Reading
Life These things eat at your bones and drive your young mind crazy Shawshank, December 14, 2024 It’s finally my weekend! Worked and drove over semi-questionable roads to SlightlyBiggerTown and have returned full of Subway, and ready to play Persona 5 Royal. Then I remembered that I had to preach to the masses first. So here I am. I woke up this morning around 5 this morning, and didn’t want to get… Continue Reading
Life Oh, the weather outside is frightful Shawshank, December 13, 2024 Thank god it’s Friyay. It’s a blustery cold day out there. I survived work and am back home, with Chaucer in between us. I’m tired, man. I was up early this morning, but managed to go back to sleep for about a half hour before the alarm went off. I got up and stumbled to… Continue Reading
Life Dancin’ and prancin’ in Jingle Bell Square in the frosty air Shawshank, December 12, 2024 Yep it’s cold. Very cold. But that doesn’t matter anymore, because I’m at home with a happy Chaucer on my lap. Lemme tell you, it was hard getting up this morning. I woke up at 4:22, missing my sleep mask. So I figured I might as well get up and start the day. I got… Continue Reading
Life Próspero año y felicidad (Ah-ha) Shawshank, December 11, 2024 Good chilly morning from north of the wall. Yep, it’s that time again. The Flat is awake. Chaucer is on my lap, Pippin is in the window, and the Beautiful One is next to me on the couch, of course looking beautiful. Work was, well, work. People came in and had the most perfect timing… Continue Reading