Good morning, world. Happy Tuesday. I see sunlight, but at this point in the year, there are only two weather states: snow and not snow. Today, it looks like it will be not snow. Shawshank left for work in the early afternoon. I went to work setting up the bedroom for my shift on :cb:.…
The sun is rising, and the sky and clouds are purple and pink. I woke up, annoyed that my ears and earbuds weren’t cooperating. I adjusted things so I could properly hear my guided walk through a celestial forest (da FUQ?), which alerted the ginger menace that someone was sorta conscious in the bedroom. Podrick…
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…