Neunundneunzig LuftballonsAuf ihrem Weg zum Horizont Shawshank, October 10, 2021 Hello, good morning my friends. It’s funday Sunday. And you know what that means – chore day! Woohoo! Man, this coffee has to brew faster, I’m excited by chore day. It’s also Thanksgiving. Well technically, tomorrow is Thanksgiving, but we do it on the Sunday here. It’s a balmy 2c out there this morning. Fall is in the air for sure. Winter is coming. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life I ride on that thing like the cops is behind me (yuh, ah) February 9, 2024 Why doesn’t it feel like a Friday? It feels more like a Wednesday. I’m back from work, and I don’t have to go in until Tuesday. That’s a good thing. It’s been a hella long ass week. But I got cheap gas today which is really nice. Nothing much is too different here. I’m tracking… Read More
Life Hands and hearts that ain’t got scars, they ain’t worth holding May 8, 2026 I had a pretty good sleep. Then I dozed for the rest of my stay in bed this morning. I wish that either the fan would be a lot louder, or my mind could handle the sleep headphones being louder. If either of those two things were louder, I could drown out what Podrick was… Read More
Life He weighs almost 50 pounds and he delivers my paper on time June 5, 2025 Here I am. All awake, like I planned it. I slept until the alarm. Podrick is up with me, running around. I don’t know if it was a dream or not, but at one point I woke up, and I had one of Crystal’s pillows. I don’t know if I actually did, but in my… Read More