Good morning, world. It’s Saturday. The sun is coming up, the coffee is brewed, we’re expecting nicer weather. “Nicer” is a broad, generous way of saying “eh, it’s not snowing right now”. And it’s not. The skies are clear enough to say it’s sunny at the moment. It’s not warm. But it could be worse. …
It’s finally Friday. Just one more day stands between us and the weekend. Chaucer is pacing. Shawshank worked the closing shift last night, leaving me alone for an entire afternoon. Naturally, hijinks ensued. I played :jd: for about an hour. I branched out again, skipping my daily curated playlist in favor of replaying a mix…
The snow continues. I’ve been up since around 6am. Chaucer was hanging out around my pillows, sealing all the bed’s warmth under the blankets and overheating me. I untangled myself, gave him the attention he wanted, and tried to go back to sleep. I tried to fix my laptop. It’s been giving me some random…