The sun is rising, and the sky and clouds are purple and pink. I woke up, annoyed that my ears and earbuds weren’t cooperating. I adjusted things so I could properly hear my guided walk through a celestial forest (da FUQ?), which alerted the ginger menace that someone was sorta conscious in the bedroom. Podrick…
Good morning, y’all. We’ve been up, and the puttering has begun. It’s another cold morning in TinyTown. I feel like there needs to be the frozen Saskatchewan prairie version of Crocodile Dundee’s “that’s not a noife”, but for cold. Because I know – I fucking know it in my bones – that this is not…
Good morning, world. It’s a cloudy morning in TinyTown, and – what’s that? – it’s fucking snowing. We’re up and watching old episodes of Dateline, which means it’s the weekend. I have the chonky one in my lap. He’s been decent since we left the bedroom. It was an ok Friday. Shawshank had a chilly…