
#862. Fog, for fog’s sake.
By pascaljappy | Opinion
It’s your average morning. Bones still creaking, brain too lazy to clear breakfast from the dining table, let alone clean the cat’s offering / furball elimination. Catch your toe on a chair leg. Grumble tones, the usual. The phone rings. If it’s work, I’ll murder them. Turns out it ain’t, and I won’t. […]
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