Hello, world. I woke up to a sunny Sunday morning. Shawshank was pressed against one side of me, Chaucer snuggled deep into a pile of quilt on the other. I was watching a video about a pigeon that helped raise puppies when the alarm clock went off. We had a lazy day. Shawshank made us…
It’s Saturday. Chaucer is sitting on the back of the leather chair, sniffing interesting things on the breeze blowing through the front yard. I’m comfortable right now, but I think the heat will get worse as the day goes on. Things aren’t quite sunny yet. We had uneventful Fridays. I shmoozed on Twitter in the…
It’s a holiday weekend and I don’t feel like it applies to me but I’ll take the fireworks and parties nonetheless.