Humans cannot live on coffee alone. That’s why donuts were invented!

Badger had her appointment today.
While they were gone, I sorted through the potatoes Cowboy dug up about a month ago.
They’d been rotting in my hall.
I put the rotten ones outside for the chickens, the good ones in the kitchen, and the smaller ones in a bag.
I walked those over to the blessing box.

Good night, sweet prince. Long live the Prince of Darkness

Linking to a fellow blogger

Town Day again.
Badger hates when I say that.

We stopped at the thrift store.
Badger will only wear shorts below the knees, and we’re having a terrible time finding them new.
She found one pair here.

May their souls rest in peace, and may their loved ones find comfort

“I know there is something out there, and like most people, I tend to believe in it more when things go bad. But I’m not like Shirley MacLaine, who probably believes we were past lovers in another life.”Maggie Smith

Remember Their Names

 

November means the night coming early and the dawn coming late

Cowboy got home in the wee hours of the morning and took a while to fall asleep.

Badger and I barely sleep when he's not around, so I got only about four hours before getting up, showering, and getting ready to go.

By the time they crawled out of bed, I was ready.