Late breaking story on the CBC Shawshank, April 22, 2025 As Crystal put it in a text message to her mother: IT WAS ALL MELTED. SPRING WAS HERE. Ahh yes, but welcome to second winter. Although if you were counting, this is technically, like fourth winter. But yep, it’s snowing. And should pretty much be snowing for the foreseeable future, and into the evening as well. Yesterday was a mix of laziness, and cleaning. Li did the chores, and in late morning, I cooked brunch. Other than that, I played Balatro for pretty much the whole afternoon, frustrating myself in the process. But I actually managed to beat another deck. It kind of snuck up on me, and then BOOM! I get the you won message. Yeah, I was surprised. I showed the screen to Crystal, and said oh shit, I won! After the win, I had a couple of hours of pure shit being dealt to me. It was wicked frustrating, but I powered through it, and played more. I didn’t win on another deck, but I did manage to get my first ever Royal Flush! That surprised me! Back to work this afternoon. And, I think probably by the end of the week, this white shit will be gone again soon. Merry Christmas! Life almost springblogbloggercoffeejournalmorningssecond wintersnowTinyTown
Life Just chillin’ on the weekend, weekend sippin’ something on the cheap end, cheap end February 10, 2024 Awake, and waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. On the weekend. It was glorious to sleep in today. Even though, I was up early to hop over to the bathroom. I came back to bed, and fell right asleep again. It’s dark out, but doesn’t but doesn’t feel like… Read More
Life She’s on the highest dose of Prozac a woman can take June 18, 2026 It’s a bright and sunny morning here so far. It’s Thursday, and I only have another day off, and then it’s back to the grind of real life. The coffee has been brewed, and I’m mostly awake. Mostly. It was a pretty ok sleep. Like Crystal, I’ve been started to… Read More
Life And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne January 1, 2026 Happy 2026! I hope ya a great year to you and yours, from me and mine. We didn’t make it to midnight. In fact, we were probably unconscious long before midnight. We tried, but Crystal, like Icarus, flew too close to the sun, and was ready for bed. To tell… Read More