Good morning, world. It's Saturday. The sun is coming up, the coffee is brewed, we're expecting nicer weather. "Nicer" is a broad, generous way of saying "eh, it's not snowing…
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,…