There’s a river of resistance, dried to cracks upon your lips Shawshank, September 24, 2021 Good morning! It’s currently -1c here. Crystal tells me not to worry, because it’s a dry cold. It’s ok, it’s supposed to warm up today, but I’m still wearing a nice thick sweater. It’s Friyay! Let’s get up and celebrate! But a responsible celebration, I have to work tomorrow. But that’s ok, it’s only for a few hours. Aside from it being a little chilly this morning, I had a pretty good sleep. With the window open I tried to burrow in the bed. I’ll have to just keep the window open a crack, instead of it being wide open. But let’s grab our coffee and salute the weekend! Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life Punch at the darkness until it bleeds daylight. March 15, 2021 This morning I was up and out before the coffee finished brewing. BossLady hates and is fighting technology. We use Google Calendar to try and push the shop into at least the year 2007. Last night while I was video chatting with Crystal, she texted asking me to walk to… Read More
Life And when the band plays “Hail to the chief” September 25, 2022 sunday. Sunday. SUNDAY! Welcome to chore day here at the flat. The kitten is sleeping on the cube, and I’m slowly waking up, watching Dateline. I’m slow to move this morning. I know what I have to do this fine sunny morning, but I just want to sit like a… Read More
Life When I’m eastbound and down and I can’t help but cry ’cause I-40 gets lonelier with every mile September 26, 2026 Good morning my friends. Podrick was lovey this morning. He was up and down off the bed a couple of times. I like it when he’s lovey, but now we just gotta teach him to lay down, get loves, and then fall asleep whilst getting loves. It looks like it’s… Read More