I spent the afternoon making nectarine butter. And then I got a painful lesson in either not leaving enough head room or tightening the rings too tight, leaving me with half as much nectarine butter. UGH.

Someone tidied out their closet.

For reasons I don’t understand, Chewy boxes are always favorites.

At MSP security, someone had what looked like an entire carryon full of cheese that was getting the full search from the TSA.

“That was crazy. But not as crazy as Costco,” they assured me.

The very drunk people next to me aren’t sure why The Offspring didn’t play Wonderwall.

They’re now sold out of beer. Still canned vodka cocktails left. Will they last the night?

Music festival emergency: there is a White Claw shortage.

I’ll come over to help you find Tipsy after I figure out where Cabi could have gone to.

Worth thinking about how long Tolkien goes on in Return of the King about despair being a weapon, and presenting defeat as a forgone conclusion being a deliberate and effective tactic