The silence, the terror, the pain, the horror as you mom comes downstairs Shawshank, June 3, 2021 Day 3 of the heat wave and it’s already warm. I’m not complaining at all. Better than cold, grey, and rainy. I was up about 10 minutes before my alarm, but I forced myself to try and sleep until my alarm went off. I did, and it did. So it’s another day started here in TinyTown. I think it’s Thursday, it’s hard to tell without looking at a calendar, as I took an extra day off this week. But I’m pretty sure it’s Thursday, so we’ll go with that. Work was pretty much dead yesterday. Had a couple of people come in. Nothing major. We did get a few things done which is always good. Today is our last day of freedom before BossLady comes back tomorrow. Oh, would you look at that – coffee is ready. That’s my cue. Happy Thursday everyone! Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life This is the greatest and best song in the world. Tribute July 19, 2025 We’re up early. No fault of anyone, other than my own body betraying me. I must have slept wrong, or the fan blew on my neck or what have you. It hurt to lay down. It hurt to roll over. Then add allergies. I can barely breath standing up, never… Read More
Life But still I’m just keeping it real still September 7, 2020 Good morning! It’s a little crisp out there this morning. It’s labour day, and my dad is waiting for a part that he can’t get until tomorrow, so he’s home. I’m going to assume that we’ll finish off his list of stuff to do, but after his afternoon nap. So… Read More
A Bugger June 27, 2020June 29, 2020 My gramma came out to say good night. She says she knows what I’m going through she said it was really hard when she lost my grandpa and then came to live here. She knows it’s not fair for them. She looked like she was going to cry which makes… Read More