Life If you want to destroy my sweater (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Shawshank, November 23, 2022 Good morning everyone. It’s a dark Wednesday morning here. Dark, but it’s not too cold out. I’m sure more melting will happen today. We’re currently in a warm spell. By this time next week, it’ll be below freezing again. I slept ok last night. I think I only woke up… Continue Reading
Life But I’m gonna be where the lights are shinin’ on me Shawshank, November 22, 2022November 22, 2022 Another morning. Greetings, friends. It’s time to wake up and greet another Tuesday morning. I’ve been up since about 6:30, opening my eyes every couple of minutes to look at the alarm clock. I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. I didn’t want to get dressed this… Continue Reading
Life And they rise from the flames for the battles ahead Shawshank, November 21, 2022 *yawn* Good morning my friends. And welcome to another week. It’s still dark outside. But it doesn’t feel too cold out there. Just still, and quiet out there. Yep, the weather is cool, but thankfully the coffee is hot, and tasty. Chaucer is staring at me. I think he’ll try… Continue Reading
Life And though you’re dead and gone, believe me your memory will carry on Shawshank, November 20, 2022 Good Sunday morning everyone. Yep, it’s oh dark thirty, but from what Crystal says, the sun rise looks pretty neat this morning. I’d get up and look, but I have a very snuggly kitten on my lap. She jumped up first thing. I slept like the dead last night. I… Continue Reading
Life untz untz wub wub wub wub* Shawshank, November 19, 2022 Everyone’s awake here, Pippin is trying to start shit with Chaucer. I don’t think he wants to play first thing in the morning. I’ve been up for about a half hour. I was impressed on how long it took to get from 6:30 to 7, when the alarm went off…. Continue Reading
Life I said ooh, baby, ooh, said ooh Shawshank, November 18, 2022 It’s Friyay! We’ve made it! The celebration coffee is brewing happily away in the kitchen, and the kittens are stalking around. Pippin is in the window, and Chaucer is around somewhere. So a typical morning at The Flat. Yesterday NewNewGirl was in. But like Tuesday, and Wednesday, I’ll be alone… Continue Reading