Through the years, the sorrow the joy that we borrow Shawshank, November 30, 2021 Good morning y’all. It’s Tuesday, and it’s dark out. Not too chilly, but according to my weather app last night, it’s supposed to snow today – less than half an inch. The coffee is brewing. I slept like a rock last night. I think I fell asleep tense, as again, I’m stiff and sore this morning. It’s ok, I’ll loosen up through out the day. Ok, the coffee is ready, I’m gonna grab a cup and start the day. One more to go. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life She’s a power girl in a nineties world and she knows just what to do December 7, 2025 Here we are, awake again. Final push for the weekend. The dreaded 10-6 shift. Actually it’s closer to 9:30-6:15. But that’s not important. We’ll get through it. Sundays can go one of two ways: wicked busy, or deathly slow. I hope that it’ll be the third option: just busy enough… Read More
Life I don’t care that you’re a stoner red wine supernova, fall right into me August 15, 2024 I don’t even know what day it is today. That’s what happens when you work the weekend. Weekdays don’t seem to matter too much. Either way, the work day is complete. And it was a much better day today. We both didn’t sleep all that great last night. I was… Read More
Life Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi’s and each night January 10, 2026 We’re awake again, because Podrick is to put it bluntly, an asshole. It’s that simple. He climbs over me to get to Crystal’s end table to bite at the wires over there. Then crawls over me again to move my fan to get to the power cord. Maybe you didn’t… Read More