It’s Tuesday. I’ve got another beaver sighting for today, folks—and this one came straight from Allan, a reader reporting in from the Great White North. And let’s be honest, if there’s anyone who knows their way around a quality beaver, it’s Canada. So when this Better B’Ver shaving cream popped up, I knew immediately this wasn’t some flimsy, dollar-store stuff. This is a well-groomed, high-maintenance beaver cream that demands respect, attention, and a gentle touch. Thick, slick, and clearly built to handle delicate situations, Better B’Ver looks like it’s here to keep things smooth, tidy, and so very inviting!

-keep

Hey Keep,

Out doing a little Xmas shopping in London Ontario, and came across a beaver sighting. The perfect last minute Xmas present for that special someone to make their beaver just a little bit better. Merry Xmas to all.

Allan

It’s Monday. I love sleeping in, especially on a dark, rainy morning like we had yesterday. The steady rhythm of the rain makes the bed feel extra warm and there’s no better place in the world to be. It’s waking up on my own terms—drifting in and out of sleep and knowing there’s nowhere that I have to be. There’s a quiet guilt-free comfort in that stillness, and on days like that, sleeping in doesn’t feel lazy at all. It feels perfectly in step with the mood of the day, a small but satisfying victory before it even begins.

Our temperatures had been climbing for several days—right up until now. Sunday brought heavy rain and thunderstorms, with highs pushing close to 60 degrees. Today, though, we’ve dropped right back into the 20s. So yeah, the shorts are going back into the drawer.

Well, the “holidays” are just about wrapped up. With only New Year’s Eve left, the countdown is officially on—and after the last couple of months, I’m more than ready to move forward. Go ahead and bring on 2026.

-keep

Bears lose in a heartbreaker.

It’s Friday! The day after Christmas should be a federally protected holiday dedicated to doing absolutely nothing. The decorations are still up, the leftovers are still good, and my brain is officially closed for business. No plans, no errands, no projects—just sweatpants, leftover pie, and a whole lot of nothing. If today has a purpose, it’s to kick back and relax.

And that’s exactly what I have planed.

-keep