We got everything you want honey, we know the names Shawshank, December 8, 2021 Good morning sunshine, the earth says hello. It’s Wednesday, and I’m going back to work. The mini vacation was short as always. I wish I could stay home a little longer. Thankfully this is a short week. Coffee is brewing, and it’s dark outside. It’s a little warmer than it has been the last couple of days. That’s a good thing for a Floridian! Ok, let’s get this day started! Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life ‘Cause I just can’t wait till you write me you’re coming around January 5, 2023 I was up before the alarm went off. Crystal has been up far longer. I feel terrible that she’s having so much trouble staying asleep. I hope we figure out her sleep problems soon. It’s Thursday. Almost the end of the week. Yesterday wasn’t too bad with just me and… Read More
Life I got a jones for your affection like a monkey on my back September 12, 2022 Good morning. It’s been a somber morning here as I watched the procession travel up the royal mile from Holyroodhouse to St. Giles Cathedral. I’m still entranced but the military precision that they have. I switched from NBC News Now to Euro News, because they felt the need to let… Read More
Life And love is only one fine star away October 21, 2020 Well we’re almost there! What day is it? That’s right, it’s HUMP DAY! I woke up this morning, and the snow is still on the ground. I was hoping it was a fever dream or something. But, alas (earwax), it was not. I just heard a riveting story on how… Read More
Good morning, and happy Wednesday. Greetings from the snowy Great White North. I don’t mean that in a “there’s snow on the ground” way, I mean it’s actively snowing right at this very moment. Shawshank went back to work this morning, but it’s only half the week. In the meantime, I’ve got the flat to myself and can write up something longer. My flight up here was pretty uneventful, which was exactly what I wanted. Like I posted last week, the last flight of the trip was delayed a bit. My biggest worry was the trip through customs, which turned out to be absolutely nothing. I answered a handful of questions at a kiosk, which spat out a slip of paper that I brought to a guy in a booth. He looked at the slip of paper before sticking a little green dot on the front of my passport. I gave the slip of paper to someone in yet another booth, flashed my green dot at her, and was on my way into Canada. Contrary to what we had planned – a joint for me and late night chicken nuggets – we simply drove back to the house. Understandable, as it was already about 1:30 when we left the airport. We rolled into the house just before 4am, did the bedtime routine, and crashed. Shawshank had bought me a couple of joints special for me, and that particular strain coupled with my overall anxiety put my inner voice into overdrive in absolutely scary ways. I have one joint left, and I’ll definitely finish it. With something other than my thoughts to occupy my attention, I think I might have better luck with it during the day. I was incredibly awkward for a few days. I apologized profusely for acting as positively un-wifey as a person could be after a 20-year relationship. Since he’s at work today, I’m home alone. I did the dishes and drank a pot of coffee. The rest of the day is going to be working on some crafty stuff. Like this:Like Loading…Related Posts:beat downFatass Frog on a WindowsillIt’s Fine.Potatoes, paintings, and photos Reply