I've been thinking about crankiness, about storytelling, about how lovely today is, and about how I want more coffee ( Read more... )

This is me, complaining and cranky ( Read more... )

The past week or so, I've been waking up with a feeling of heaviness on my chest. Sarah and I have been attributing it to the dust kicked up when moving, the fact that the piggies are now in our living space again (not a bad thing, but something my body has to readjust to), and the wicked pollen counts as of late ( Read more... )

My morning did not go the way I thought it would. I did not have coffee. I did not have breakfast ( Read more... )