Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in Shawshank, February 22, 2024 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. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTownup early
Life Look at this photograph March 4, 2024 So, yeah, approx 16” inches of snow fell in 24 hours. The town is trying unsuccessfully to dig out. Pictures are worth a 1000 words, right? I think I’ll try digging out this afternoon. Read More
Life Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey February 2, 2025 I’m awake. Chaucer woke me up everytime he screamed. And he screamed a lot last night, and this morning. He’s currently leaning on Crystal purring away. I made Pippin another pipe cleaner toy, and she’s pouting because I’m not throwing it for her. She doesn’t understand to drop it closer… Read More
Life The song we sang on that fateful night: it didn’t actually sound anything like this song. March 15, 2025 Here I am. I didn’t forget I promise. I just can’t form coherent thoughts at 5 in the morning, so I figured I’d just post when I got home from work. Greetings from north of the wall. It’s freaking cold out there. The wind never seems to stop at work…. Read More