Good morning. We're all up and awake. There's a breeze outside, but it's not bitter enough to keep Pippin from sitting on her little table by the back door. It's…
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,…