Good morning, my peeps. Welcome to a new week. Chaucer is in my lap, and Mal is upset. I have a coffee. It’s sunny and clear but really cold. At least the wind has died down. We have a shrub next to a window, and the wind kept blowing part of it against the house.…
I feel like everything is just a big case of SAME SHIT DIFFERENT DAY. I’m awake, I have a coffee, Mal is crying, and local news is on the TV. Poor Mal, I wish he could talk and tell me what is so upsetting to him every morning. EVERY. SINGLE. MORNING. Someone should be here…
The regular guy dropped off my dinner last night. He looked at the slip and made a point to greet me by name. “I figured after this long I should know it by now”, he said. It’s been almost exactly a year of deliveries at this point. I laughed and told him he probably only…