Eventually

Eventually

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. …
Still more

Still more

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,…