Let me butter your buns while you stir the stew Shawshank, April 20, 2023 Good morning. It’s cold out there, and I think sometime in the early morning hours, my bed shut off. I woke up around 4:30, then again at 6:30. I was mostly up after that. Cold. The wind hasn’t let up yet, but we have a respite from the snow for a bit I think. It’s not currently snowing, but that could change. All the highways around TinyTown are marked travel not recommended. Chaucer just climbed up on my lap. Now he’s happy. Pippin is sitting in the shelf, looking out, observing her queendom. The coffee is hot, and I’m slowly warming up again. Happy Thursday, I can’t wait to wear shorts again! Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life Well, I guess he forgot about the Smoky Mountain rain March 12, 2026 Good morning everyone. It was a bit of a morning. I would’ve been able to sleep a little better, if my nose was unstuffed. Oh, and answer me this: why does everything feel so much hotter when you’re in bed, and then you get out of bed, and you’re bundled… Read More
Life Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey August 19, 2024 Hey hey everyone. It is I, the shank of Shaw. I swear I’m here. I just woke up from a nap. A nap that I thought I was mostly awake. I guess I slept, and it was a deep sleep. I woke up thinking what year is it? Work was… Read More
Life Don’t let ’em pick guitars or drive them old trucks let ’em be doctors and lawyers and such May 18, 2024 I woke up one minute before the alarm. I think Sir Chaucer was getting sick in my vicinity. Either way, the alarm went off, and I found myself alone in the bed. Crystal had a bit of a coughing fit, she told me. I didn’t hear anything. It took a… Read More