My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest Shawshank, March 19, 2021 I think I slept well last night. I was tossy turny. I’m still a little groggy, and I’m slowly waking up this morning. I have more stuff packed and ready to be carried over this morning. The weather is improving here everyday. The snow for the most part is just about gone. Thankfully. I’m getting tired of the snow. It’s supposed to be very warm today. For a second day in a row, I don’t think I’ll need a jacket today! Wow it’s pretty boring here. There’s nothing else that’s really going on here. I’ll maybe find something else to post about later. And it’s FRIYAY! Happy Friyay!!! Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsmovingthe flatTinyTown
Life She’s a rooting tootin’ pistol from the Lone Star state. May 15, 2026 Well the start of my sleep was amazing. Then I woke up. I refused to look at the time, figuring I would just fall asleep. Not really. Until I heard the pet feeder go off at 5:30, then I could fall back asleep. For a half hour. Yep, it’s my… Read More
Life She’s on the highest dose of Prozac a woman can take February 22, 2026 The forces of the morning (and Podrick) tire me from my slumber early this morning. I tried ignoring him. I really did. Finally I put him out of the bedroom, and listened to him throwing his shoulder against the door like a Terminator, and I was John Conner. Eventually, he… Read More
Life The thing about a small town, word’s gonna get around May 31, 2026 Good morning, my super friends. It’s a breezy, gray day out here in TinyTown. Podrick is in rare form this morning. He’s been doing Podrick things all morning. I don’t know what time it was, but I believe it was earlier than when the feeder went off. I had to… Read More