Work

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…

More work, more cleaning, but it feels like it’s finally moving a little.

It’s been a long week already, and I still feel like everything is against me.