I have reached the "sleeping on an air mattress and using boxes for furniture" stage of moving out, and my back is now reminding me that I am in my thirties and ergonomics matter.

I've recently started sewing bigger pockets onto all my pants. Game changer!

I can't believe it took me until the age of 32 to start adding garlic when making mashed potatoes

Book recommendation on this theme: The Future by Naomi Alderman

I should note that the person holding the hose was *supposed* to aim it at the gannet, which we were washing, but accidentally aimed it at me instead while talking to the interviewer.

I absolutely *detested* that the physics exams we had in France were mostly about solving things *fast*. And I have not once in my following four years as a PhD student + two years as a postdoc felt that solving equations under high time pressure was a relevant metric for doing well in research.

(Plant shelf in question -- I'll probably have to break up the combination and sell the shelf, arch and lamp separately, but they fit *so nicely* together!)

-- regardless of resalability -- in the next place too, dammit. I resist this human living-space version of carcinisation, and I shall recreate my beloved plant shelf once again!

Seeing how much easier it has been to sell my more generic furniture ahead of my impending move, while my favorite piece of furniture is yet unsold, I suppose I can see how home renovations can start hurtling towards blandness. But I still plan to surround myself with items that bring me joy