Tumble outta bed – and I stumble to the kitchen Shawshank, January 8, 2021 Good morning beautiful people. We made it, happy Friyay. Is Friday, still a Friday when you work on Saturday? I think that’s a question for the ages. It’s like a chicken or the egg. I passed right out last night. And I don’t think that I moved at all. I’m pretty sure I woke up in the same position as I fell asleep in. Coffee. But now I’m awake, and I’m getting ready to greet the day. I don’t want to, I’d rather go back to bed and sleep in. I haven’t slept in since Montreal. I hope everyone has a really Good Friday, do that workout, get sweaty. Grab that kitty and dance with them to a funny song. They’ll love the attention. I loves you. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life Pussycat, pussycat I’ve got flowers and lots of hours to spend with you May 19, 2022 Good morning party people! It’s me, on a rare week day day off! Today is the day that I bond with the force of nature currently going by the moniker “kitty” as I try and figure out what a good name would be for her. Choosing a name is easier… Read More
Life Ain’t got no picture postcards, ain’t got no souvenirs May 20, 2025 Good morning, my friends. Once again, it looks chilly, and gray out there this morning. Breezy too. Podrick been awake for a few hours, and has been bouncy around, chasing his tail on the bed for a while. I lost my mask in the night, and one of his claws… Read More
Life Taking more than her share, had me fighting for air October 17, 2023 Well, I can say I had a good nights sleep – with no nightmares. I think I just had normal sleeps. Finally. I was a little tossy turny but that’s ok. Yesterday was a very very nice lazy day. I cooked the usual breakfast brunch, and we took turns playing… Read More
Friday: sunny, chilly. I actually spent a solid minute last night where I had to mentally convince myself it was Thursday, because my internal clock is completely borked since leaving work. Helpfully, Shawshank‘s morning post comfirmed today is Friyay. He also pondered whether or not Friday is really the start of the weekend if one has to work on Saturday. I want to know if it’s really the start of the weekend if you don’t work at all. Is it buffalo chicken and sweet potato fry night if every day could be a weekend? I spent much of post-workout yesterday lounging about in my rammy-jammies. I kept busy over the weekend and the beginning of the week with the test site I’d set up to demo the inventory/shop site for Shawshank to show his boss. However, now that he’s set it up and he’s adding items, I don’t have anything to “work on”. I’m a little lost right now. I told Shawshank to keep an eye on me. He’s worried about how I’ll handle this weird period of time until I can actually leave here. There’s still stuff to do, but not a lot left. Unlike work, household stuff’s not enough to keep me occupied and out of my thoughts. Yesterday was probably the worst I’ve been in a long time, and I can’t even remember the last time I reached that point. The same old rumination bullshit. I was alternately replaying past events as they actually happened and then spiraling through things that could have been done or said with different outcomes. It wasn’t good. So I’m trying to keep up with a mini routine of workouts and Netflix and Albion. Every other day I put real clothes on and pretend to be a robot in a skin suit and do some chores. Things are still progressing with the sale of the house. Today, I have to call the mortgage company. I need payoff amount for the title company, and I need to talk about options for this month. My stimulus hasn’t come in yet, botching budgety things a little. Tomorrow, workers will be in to handle a few repairs: some random electrical things, peeling paint, a couple of corroded pipes, and some stairway issues. An appraiser will be by on Monday afternoon. Time for clothing. Today s a human day. Like this:Like Loading…Related Posts:It’s another Fry-YayYesterday Was ThursdayMake it to the WeekendFriday MusingsFriday Eve is good.OH LAWD, IT’S FRIDAY. Reply