Good morning, world. It’s the Great American Blow Your Fingers Off day. Huzzah. There are boats on TV. I had a typical Friday night: it was fucking slow on CB. I stuck it out for about 4 hours or so, that was long enough to meet some goals and get my tits out (once), but…
TGIF, world. It’s a wet Friday morning in TinyTown. The crows have already shrieked their breakfast demands, and the daddy-squirrel (Bruce) is struggling to get the last of the seed out of the feeder in the front yard. I think this might be the last of the wetter weather for us. We’re supposed to warm…
Yo, VIP. It’s Wednesday. I’m up, sitting on the couch, watching a weather segment on the news that promises half the United States is going to burn up by the week’s end. I woke up entirely too early, too hot, and too damp. Podrick snuggled me a few times, letting me sleep between visits. I…