First thing we’d climb a tree and maybe then we’d talk Shawshank, March 23, 2023 Good morning my friends. Welcome to a nice and sunny Thursday morning in the great white north. Or, north of the wall, if you insist. There’s hardly any wind, and the sun is very bright. Coffee has been brewed, and we’re slowly waking up here. Chaucer really wants to get on my lap, but currently I’m denying him. He just keeps staring at me. Yesterday wasn’t too bad at work. I had to take pictures of various products around the store. I think it took longer to upload them, then to actually take them. But the social media manager has lots of stuff to post about now. I felt a lot better last night. We watched an episode of Outlander. We’ve decided this season is part of the book that we didn’t like too much. So it’ll be a painfully long season in my mind. We watched a couple of other shows after. All in all it was a pretty nice evening. Work again today. BossLady won’t be back in until next Tuesday. So we get a bit of a reprieve. P-A-R-T-Y! Hahaha happy Thursday! Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life But maybe just a half a drink more December 18, 2024 There’s an asshole on my lap this morning. Instead of just coming in the bedroom last night, Chaucer decided to drop a double live album between last night and this morning. I’m not even sure if he even came to bed. I’m thinking it was maybe because I opened for… Read More
Life Moving forward using all my breath making love to you was never second best April 1, 2022 Good morning happy April fools day! It’s a bright sunny, breezy morning here. Since it’s April 1st, that means that I’ve been in The Flat for one year officially today. 1 year. 365 days. This year has gone so very quickly. I remember moving in. I remember dragging stuff down… Read More
Life In Flanders fields, the poppies blow November 11, 2021 I’m very disappointed in TinyTown today. I got to the cenotaph at 11 am, and promptly shovelled it out. there were some snow drifts around it, and I wanted it to look good when the ceremony started momentarily. At the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour, on the eleventh day,… Read More