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!