We just moved my great-grandparents’ clock to my place from my mom’s. It was a fixture in my grandparents’ house when I was growing up. The same gentleman who has serviced it my entire life will be coming to reassemble it.

I’m happy to have it, but it feels a little strange.

He’s grown into the name

Reminds me of this one. We named him Barry.

I had a year like that. This guy was a big help getting through it.

The squirrel is taunting him