Good morning, world. The whole fam is up. Podrick woke me around 6am, crawling under the quilt. After momentarily waking Shawshank up because I thought we’d missed an alarm (we didn’t), Pod and I curled up together. He really likes sleeping under there with us. Shawshank pressed his face against my arm and made kissy…
Welcome to primitive prairie moments. The power is out. There’s no coffee. Since the power only went out about 15 minutes ago, we have no idea when it will be back, as they probably don’t even have guys on site yet. TinyTown is full of bird noises and the sound of distant farm equipment. Shawshank’s…
Good morning, world. Today marks the 48th anniversary of the day that my husband was ejected from the mother ship. The universe has seen fit to grace him with sunshine, and hot weather- but not a chance to sleep late this morning. I had my weeks completely fucked up on the calendar this week. Right…