You know I’m in love with an uptown girl, my uptown girl Shawshank, July 27, 2025 Before I even knew what I was doing, I kicked Podrick out of the bedroom this morning. He was chasing his tail in between us on the before probably around 4:30-5am. So out her went, and I was back asleep pretty quickly. The rest of the Flat didn’t look too bad this morning. I guess over stimulated rage can’t be contained by overwhelming tiredness. I’m guessing that Pod fell asleep after playing a little. Only a couple of things were knocked over. I consider that a win for sure. Back to work for an all day shift – the Sunday shift. One of my coworkers hates working Sundays. He doesn’t like to open and close on the same day. He says it’s too much work. Le sigh. I don’t mind Sundays, as you open the door at 10am, before you know it, it’s noon, then 3 pm, and it’s time to start getting ready to close. Then, BOOM! It’s closing time. And scene. But first, I need to get coffee in me, and a shower, so I don’t stink up the place. And maybe if I’m lucky, snuggles from a cat. Happy Sunday my friends. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life Police have got the choke hold, oh, then we just lost the beat August 5, 2024 It’s a provincial holiday today. I’m up earlyish, because I have to work the day. I have my coffee, and the news is on. I was out pretty much as soon as my head hit the pillow. It’s been cooler around here so we were under all the blankets last… Read More
Life Hit top speed but I’m still movin’ much too slow April 24, 2021 Good morning. It’s a bright and sunny, but looks chilly out this morning. The coffee is brewing and I’m slowly waking up. I gotta work this morning, so I’m up and dressed. Least it’s only a short day. I may have a customer coming in to check out a sectional,… Read More
Life Stick like toffee, sip like coffee February 27, 2024 Well well, well. Good afternoon, bitches. It’s m, oh hod, it’s only Tuesday. But, at least it’s not Monday. I’m home from work, and from Shady Acres. I had to clean the pellet stove, and move yet another freakin table up from downstairs. HOW MANY TABLES DOES MY MOTHER OWN?… Read More