Oh, thunder only happens when it’s raining Shawshank, October 12, 2020 I remembered a dream! Picture it: Main St. TinyTown – the street is wide enough to actually do this. A foodtruck – painted bright red, with a white Anchor Bakes logo on it, and awning, and two picnic table in front of the food truck. Cupcakes, Coffee, and Company. Soup, and sauce on Sundays. That was what took me a while to fall asleep. Life anchor bakesblogbloggercoffeedreamsfoodtruckjournalTinyTown
Life Through barbed wire valleys and overgrown dells June 15, 2026 I was awake before my alarm, again. That’s on, I usually am, when it comes to work. I just don’t want to be late, and I think my mind does it to save me. But I woke up about 30 minutes before the alarm, and tried to sleep. I managed… Read More
Life And I’m not scared of your stolen power October 29, 2024 Opera man was in the house last night and this morning. Yowling. YOWLING. Good times. It felt like it took me forever to fall asleep last night. At first I couldn’t get comfortable, then I was a little too warm, etc. it felt like I fell asleep to a cat… Read More
Life Glaciers melting in the dead of night February 11, 2024 Hello world. Good morning, greetings and salutations. It’s a dark Sunday morning here in TinyTown. The coffee is brewing, and we’re awake, but not liking it this morning. After almost a week of setting the alarm for 4:30, it sure is nice to sleep in until 7. I had gotten… Read More