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 itself out. Shawshank had an extra day off, since the highway didn’t open until after lunch. As a result, we stayed in comfy clothes all…
Good morning, world. It’s dark, and not quite the regular wakeup time. We’re not sure exactly what’s up with Shawshank’s work schedule today. The predicted snowstorm actually hit us with meteorological accuracy this time around. The wind started Friday night, and the snow came late Saturday. Once it was here, the snow didn’t stop. Shawshank…
I guess, if you wanted me to be, I could be both.