Moving

It’s Monday again. No earthquakes this morning. Yesterday was cleaning day. I hit up Home Depot after lunch and rented a carpet cleaner. Ernie explained how to use it, and suggested a detergent. Then he looked me over and tentatively asked if I could get it into my vehicle on my own. I hoisted it…

Morning, people. It’s Saturday. I’m sure you already knew that. Calendars aren’t that complicated. It’s Mal’s birthday. I think he’s turning 11. I know his arrival will eventually pop up on Facebook’s memories, and then I’ll know for certain. It’ll be a couple of weeks however. I’m fairly certain I set Facebook so it doesn’t…

It’s a rainy Friday, and I might be sleeping on the floor like it’s some sort of fucked up solo slumber party.