Good morning, my peeps. Welcome to a new week. Chaucer is in my lap, and Mal is upset. I have a coffee. It’s sunny and clear but really cold. At least the wind has died down. We have a shrub next to a window, and the wind kept blowing part of it against the house.…
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…
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…