TGIF, perhaps even TFIF– thank FUCK it’s Friday. I bear the usual tidings of cold weather and morning darkness. After waking me up to demand cuddles, Podrick did ginger-boy bullshit while Shawshank dozed and I looked at news headlines. He’s still doing ginger-boy bullshit. I used the cheat code to get traffic last night, and…
Ah, another Thursday. We’re watching the news and the cats are momentarily quiet. It snowed overnight. Shawshank’s phone insists several inches fell, but my view from the couch disputes this claim. A thin line of snow balances on the bottom edge of the big window. We both had slow nights at work last night. One…
Hello, world. It’s Wednesday. The cats are doing cat things. We’re catching up on news and caffeinating ourselves. The wind never stopped yesterday, but by the time the outside temperature was freezing, most of the roads were dry(er). I put on two pairs of pants and braved the outdoors to replace the picked-over pine cone…