Good morning, y’all. We’ve been up, and the puttering has begun. It’s another cold morning in TinyTown. I feel like there needs to be the frozen Saskatchewan prairie version of Crocodile Dundee’s “that’s not a noife”, but for cold. Because I know – I fucking know it in my bones – that this is not…
Good morning, world. It’s a cloudy morning in TinyTown, and – what’s that? – it’s fucking snowing. We’re up and watching old episodes of Dateline, which means it’s the weekend. I have the chonky one in my lap. He’s been decent since we left the bedroom. It was an ok Friday. Shawshank had a chilly…
Good morning, world. The world of TinyTown is gray, Lord knows what it feels like out there. Podrick has been running around the house, bolting between his food dish and other spots in The Flat. He was super snuggly this morning, and woke me up twice so I could reposition myself and cuddle him. For…