The road is longThere are mountains in our way but we climb a step every day Shawshank, October 6, 2022 Good morning my friends, it’s a clear, but cold day out there this morning, and Crystal slept on the couch, because of the plague that she’s carrying. That happened early in the night, so it was me and Chaucer on the bed. Pippin came up shortly before the alarm, but was growled off the bed pretty quickly. It’s cold out there. It’s currently below freezing outside with a high of 6°🦫. It’s definitely fall on the prairies. But coffee has been brewed, and The Flat is slowly waking up. Only a couple more days between me, and a real vacation! Woohoo! Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life So I keep chasing that same old devil down the same old dead-end highway January 30, 2026 It’s Friyay motherfuckers! The Beautiful One, Crystal, let me sleep in until 8 this morning. Sleep daddy disappeared in the early morning and I was woke up to being chased through a corn field (iykyk) I hit the back button (I think), and then it it again to find sleep… Read More
Life Chicken wing, chicken wing hot dog and baloney May 21, 2025 Good morning everyone. It’s still gray here. It looks like it rained in the night. Ok, I think the farmers got the rain they needed. Now they (and me, and probably Crystal) need hot weather and sun please. Work last night, was slowish. I worked with GenAlpha – yes I… Read More
Life Still I said “baby, you can take me” and I got right in November 22, 2021 Good morning everyone. I woke up at 6:53, and closed my eyes again. Sleeping deeply until my alarm went off at 7. I was already mentally planning a nap, as I got up and dressed. The coffee is already finished brewing. I’m posting late this morning. I slept like the… Read More
Good morning, interweblings. Happy Thursday. I woke up to overcast skies and my first wind chill warning. I’m very happy I bought a heavy coat when I bought my new suitcase before I left Pensacola. Every day, the cats are a little bit better with each other and the changes we foisted on them. We’ve been leaving the bedroom open so they see and interact with each other. Chaucer thinks he’s King Shit of High Turd Mountain and hisses at her, but only when he’s not on the floor. As long as he’s higher than she is, he acts like an asshole. On the other hand, Pippin really wants to play with Chaucer. The last few nights, she’s run after him or directly in front of him. Until last night we were actively trying to prevent the kerfluffles. However, last night both cats seemed to be in “play mode” to an extent, and decided to hide on either side of the foot rest. We were treated to watching the two cats stalk each other, Loony Toons style, around the obstacle. According to Shawshank, Pipping tried to join him and Chaucer in bed this morning, but Chaucer hissed at her. We had plans to go out today; Shawshank is making a delivery near a scenic lake and wanted to take me along. Unfortunately, I had a nasty asthma attack in the middle of the night, and plans changed. We agreed that maybe it’s for the best if I stay home today, and out of the cold wind. I really hate having coughing fits when I’m out in public. I feel bad enough about it happening in the Flat, where someone lives in the apartment next door. While Shawshank assures me he only hears that person’s shower, I worry I’m disturbing everyone within a 2-block radius when I’m barking like a seal. Regardless of whether or not I have an inhaler with me, there’s really nothing to be done for the attacks. The only thing I can do is find a quiet spot and relax. If I’m out and about, that’s impossible. In fact, having trouble is worse when I’m out, because now I’m sitting there, coughing up a lung or two, while anyone who sees me thinks is she actively dying? And people staring doesn’t help matters at all. Reply