forwards but my own beat and sight.
Month: September 2018
Storms of it. In your own pages.
In the Sunset…
Big, cold, with snacks and games, and time for me. Time for me. What I need after yet […]
Feel like I’m up horribly late, as it’s not 4, but I’m up after wife leaves for her […]
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Be. Writing. (a note to self)
While car’s serviced at place I found on Piner. Not there, but at Epic Center, or is it […]