Life in General

Still no poi, but at least I still have my racist doorstop, right?

Right?

Good morning, my friends. It’s Monday. Another Monday. When will they stop? It’s a chilly morning, more like early October than late August. I’m curled up in the cuddly robe. Chaucer is curled up against one arm, what bit of the robe he can access. Mal is ding the same on the other side of…

Yes, that’s my actual report card.