Sunday shit

Glad tidings, y'all. Happy fucking Sunday. The coffee is coffee-temp, and the cats are snuggling Shawshank. As our luck would have it, we both woke up this morning. I've been…
Snowy Friday morning

Snowy Friday morning

Happy Friday, y'all. The universe saw fit for Shawshank to sleep like the dead this morning. On the other hand, I was awake at least once in the middle of…