It's finally Friday. Just one more day stands between us and the weekend. Chaucer is pacing. Shawshank worked the closing shift last night, leaving me alone for an entire afternoon. …
The snow continues. I've been up since around 6am. Chaucer was hanging out around my pillows, sealing all the bed's warmth under the blankets and overheating me. I untangled myself,…
Hello, Tuesday. I'm up, with Pippin sitting on my chest as I type this. Chaucer is pacing. All of this combined is ... just another Tuesday. Tinytown spent yesterday digging…