Life Hanging on to hope, I’m losing grip of time and space Shawshank, May 3, 2025 Good morning. Nothing kitties, and the Beautiful One let me sleep in a little bit this morning. It’s much appreciated for sure. The sun is out and the birds are singing out there. I have the kitchen window open wide, and Pippin is enjoying the sun against her fur from her table at the back… Continue Reading
Life Everybody knows that smokin’ ain’t allowed in school Shawshank, January 6, 2024 Here we are again. It’s dark, and the coffee has been brewed. Welcome to another day in the life living in TinyTown. We’re both awake, and it’s dark out. I got up sometime in the night to go to the bathroom. I refused to look at the clock, telling myself that if I don’t open… Continue Reading