Ye dead who yet live!
He’s got the mass of a black hole if we’re talking force of attraction.
He certainly gets all the scritches that could be wished for.
…and he steals all the socks he could wish for!
Thank you!
I’m pretty sure if I brought him to the NYSE they’d have to suspend trading.
I was sent to a series of the ‘better’ programs—i.e., the ones without deaths attached to them. It took a decade of therapy to deal with the worst of the trauma and I still experience PTSD episodes several times each year. It’s astounding how these facilities carry on functioning with merely a name change. There’s almost no regulation, let alone patient rights. My first program was truly one of the better ones and they had patient rights information posted through the facility and hard copies provided in your welcome packet. When I was sent to my second program (wilderness), I asked what my patient rights were. I received dumbfounded stares followed by laughter.
Hahahaha she’s gotten me a few times, then reality of a tenuous financial situation got the better of her song. As soon as things are settled it’s number one on my list.
Thank you kindly. It was a slow path here, but each step has been such fun!
Course: top left is the Fellow Ode grinder with SSP burrs next to the Fellow kettle. I made the little shelf myself with a cutting board and some shelf riser legs. Tucked beneath is a small black tray with the James Hoffmann dosing cup and spray bottle on the left (I believe the dosing cup has been discontinued, sadly) atop the Acaia Lunar scale, while on the right is the Hario V60 01 in glass with an olive wood holder. In the back of the tray are my filter papers in a generic black metal holder and my daily supplements. Also in the tray is a lone chopstick used for stirring. Photobombing on the right is my pride and glory KitchenAid stand mixer.
My mother in law has a very dainty, feable 12-year-old Maltese that he tries depseratly to play with. That usually involves the Maltese getting stuck under Radahn…surely that counts!