I feel like everything is just a big case of SAME SHIT DIFFERENT DAY. I’m awake, I have a coffee, Mal is crying, and local news is on the TV. Poor Mal, I wish he could talk and tell me what is so upsetting to him every morning. EVERY. SINGLE. MORNING. Someone should be here…
The regular guy dropped off my dinner last night. He looked at the slip and made a point to greet me by name. “I figured after this long I should know it by now”, he said. It’s been almost exactly a year of deliveries at this point. I laughed and told him he probably only…
Greetings from Friday morning, or what’s left of it. I believe they’re calling for a chance of snow overnight, but nothing to worry about. In true Rhode Island fashion, “chance of snow, nothing to worry about” can mean anything between the odd 64°F January day and a raging nor’easter. Who knows. The appraisal came back…