Yes, I did, yes, I did somebody please tell him who the eff I is Shawshank, May 20, 2023 The alarm went off, and the day has started. The kittens have been fed, watered, and new litter. Pippin is on the table watching the little birdies outside the back door. I think Chaucer is up there too enjoying the morning sun. And of course, annoying Pippin up there. Good morning my friends. Welcome to the weekend. I have a very short shift this morning, and then it’s back to the Flat to do some chores. Ya see, we’re going to a farmers market type thing tomorrow. So I’ll try and get most of the chores done this afternoon. I totally assume that the farmers market will be busy tomorrow. It’s pretty popular in the summer here. So we’ll probably have to get there shortly after it opens. I’ve only been once, but that’s where I got a nice handmade coffee much and a small planter bowl. I think it’s gonna be a fun time for sure. But before all that – coffee. Let’s make the refill happen here! Make arabica great again! Let’s do it! Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life Been working like a dog, tryna please ’em all tryna put another comma in the bank July 18, 2026 Good Saturday morning my friends. It’s bright and sunny, and if birds existed, they’d be chirping. But since they don’t, it’s unusually quiet outside. Podrick didn’t wake me up today. I just pretty much just woke up. I was a little warm. Ok, a lot warm. So after a couple… Read More
Life You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’ (narnia!) man it’s happenin’ July 2, 2023 Good morning my friends. We survived the holiday, with bay but a scratch. We had massive thunderstorm warnings, but I’m pretty sure that less than 5 drops of water actually fell. It was nice and clear all night. We even managed to catch some pretty nice fireworks for a few… Read More
Life A saxophone was blowing on a Rock and Roll show April 27, 2025 I don’t know how, but Podrick has figure out how to get on the bed. Some time in the night, he was trying to play with me. And once I rolled over, I felt almost a pin prick of heat. I had to look, and he was cinnamon rolled in… Read More