Three French hens Shawshank, December 3, 2023 Another dark morning. Coffee is brewing, and I’m struggling to shake the cobwebs from my head. It was a pretty good sleep. I’m still tired though. I don’t know if I’ll ever not be tired, but here we are. Good morning my friends, welcome to Sunday! I’m pretty sure I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. The last thing that I remember is calling for Chaucer, who was singing the song of this people. I think I was still awake when he finally jumped up onto the bed. I don’t think I was awake when he finally got comfortable. We’ll never know. Chaucer doesn’t speak English. But here we are. When I’m finished with this post I’ll be getting up and doing laundry. We’ll probably have three loads this morning. I have to wash the sweaters that I wore all last week. Other than that, it’s a typical Sunday, which one difference: I go back to work tomorrow. The days of having three day weekends are over! That’s ok. A normal schedule is just fine with me. I just gotta get used to it. Once I am, we’ll be right as rain. Ok, let’s get comfy for a bit. Wake up for a little while, then it’s time for chores. Need a little more coffee in the system first. Plus Chaucer is on my lap. Happy Sunday friends! Life blogbloggerchore daycoffeejournallazy SundaymorningsTinyTown
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