Last night, Spot (my cat) kept me company while I was sick. I was having severe chills and curled up in the fetal position. She deliberately laid down on the pillow next to me, inches away from my face, and watched me until I fell asleep. An hour later, I woke up and laid there motionless, no longer overcome with chills. After a few moments, she got up and left the room. I’ve known that girl all 13 years of her life, so I know her pretty well. And I can tell you with total confidence that the only reason she stayed on that pillow that whole time was to comfort me.
Beautiful, horrible, powerful, incredible...these are all cliche ways to describe a movie that is anything but. I cried like a grown ass man. 10/10 — watching 1917
No, I don't want to buy any Girl Scout cookies.
72 degrees yesterday afternoon, tornadoes last night, snow this morning. Texas weather, y'all!
90% of my feed is currently about the passing of Rush's drummer, Neil Peart.
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