Bonan matenon, miaj amoj! It’s Thursday, which means it’s almost Friday. And that, my friends, means it’s almost the weekend. And that is a very good thing. After this week in general, I need the weekend. Compared to last weekend and the beginning of the week, things are better. Shawshank feels better than he did…
Wednesday has arrived, bearing gifts of humidity and nightmares, and the promise of a fucking amazing grilled cheese dinner.
Greetings and salutations, my lovely darlings. Welcome to Tuesday. I’m awake, I’ve got a coffee, and Chaucer is angrily kneading on a pillow beside me. My lawn guy did an amazing job. I can go outside again, and I’m no longer afraid one of the neighbors might confront me about the state of our yard.…