PSA: you don't have to talk all the time. It takes a lot of effort for me to try to decode your mumbles, and even when I do succeed, it's usually no more meaningful than "drink your Ovaltine".
"Ward Cleaver" sounds like the name of a magic-nullifying sword in an epic fantasy.
Chili is like jazz. It's about the spices you _don't_ put in.
Dreamed about a Discovery Channel program about families that built underground tanks to battle each other in the hollow earth. It was mostly about their decoration choices for the interior (how well they mimicked Star Trek bridge sets)
Does it bother anyone else that "Wordle" has 6 letters?
A nice thing about corporate bs squeezing every last bit of blood from the stone of society is that when I go to the grocery store at night to buy a just a toilet plunger, I don't have to look a cashier in the eye, because I have to check myself out anyway.
Today is Octember 2th. Again.
Somehow I have like 8 promotional USB power banks I've picked up at various events, yet when I need a USB drive to make an emergency recovery bootdisk I've got nothing. Mix it up, vendors!
I don't know if it's the _best_ perk of being on sabbatical, but not worrying about being on call is pretty great.