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Hello, world. It’s a gray morning in TinyTown. We’re expecting snow, a slight possibility for today, more certainly tomorrow. I’m hoping this is the end of it. Most of what snow was on the grass has melted. Saskatchewan says FUCK YO LAWN. We’ll see how much we get, and how long it lasts. Yesterday had…

Hello, world. We’re awake. Pippin’s been wandering around, chatting for at least an hour now. She came up and snuggled me for a little while. I miss waking up with Chaucer’s weight on me, and I think Pippin misses him in her own way as well. Shawshank left in the afternoon, and I immediately went…

A typical Sunday