Patches the cat isn’t around so you get a pretzel instead. I’m sorry.

Patches the cat isn’t around so you get a pretzel instead. I’m sorry.

I’m miserable to the point of feeling physically ill and Patches doesn’t care at all. Maybe I won’t fill your food bowl. See how you like it, you little stinker.

Oh who am I kidding, I’ll always fill your bowl, you little fuzz ball.
Yesterday….

Today…..

I want to go home. I miss yesterday’s fan.
The key to the Quinoa and veggie stir fry with chunks of chicken is actually getting the onions to just about the point of burning.
Tonight was good, but it wasn’t quite there. Next time I’ll do better.


Mostly packed for my overnight shift. Pardon me while I jump off the roof.
The guitar was played tonight. Slight mental health improvement. Every little bit helps.

The weather is holding!

Ran out of gas….
Toppped ‘er off….
It won’t start.

Fuck beans.
The entire back of the house is done. My back needs a minute, then it’s on to the front.

It is freakin’ gorgeous out today and I’m ruining it by mowing the lawn.
