It's Saturday, and I'm up. I was up a couple of times this morning, accidentally waking up Shawshank at 4:37am. When I did finally get out of bed, it wasn't…
It's fucking Friday. Chaucer is pressed against me, looking very annoyed every time I reach for my coffee and slightly disturb him. Pippin is tucked into a tiny ball, like…
My mother-in-law thinks I have superpowers. We went over for dinner a couple of weeks ago, and they'd put up their little tree. The presents were wrapped all nice and…