Gang, I think my yogurt is planning a heist.

Wow, that language about a modest safety curb being like the border wall is ... somethin' else.

I’ve got a big pot of chunky veg soup simmering away. John Prine’s on the stereo, and I’m going to make some flatbread in a big cast iron skillet next. It’s all right, this Sunday night. Cheers and joy to you.

The sunbeam finder has found the sunbeam.

Uh-huh, this is definitely one of those "sufficient but not necessary" situations.

So that's why my 14 year old is giving me shit all the time?

Slaps top of kitchen, this baby can fit so many angle cuts.

So I’m listening to this compilation album of mostly artists I don’t know, and thinking “gaawwwd this album is fucking morose” until I got to a performer I do know, and realized that I’m playing a 45 at the wrong speed.

I’m genuinely laughing so hard at this. Maybe it’s the end of long day exhaustion, but it’s also truly funny. Thank you.

Oof. When I had (relatively mild) covid the first and most persistent symptom was high heart rate. It suuucks. Fingers crossed you keep heading in the right direction. Take care.