Guest post: Stranger things
It’s a strange thing to put one’s thoughts into words. It’s stranger still to cast them out into the ether to see where they land. The most surprising thing is to see how they are received, by how many, and how far away.
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Never underestimate the power of cured meat to complicate your day. I think Winston Churchill said that, but it might have been J-Lo.
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Some Tabby’s Place residents scream for attention. Notably, one feisty little Lemon zinger in Suite C and a gregariously great Grecca in the Lobby shout to be heard and have us tune in to what they want. They sing out and clamor for attention — all of the attention, all of the time. These two […]