Muted all political and religious feeds on Twitter. All I have left are baseball, weather, and dogs. Life could be far worse.
Random photos: San Diego, CA, July 2014. š·
I’m more of a dog person, really. But we have a cat who seems to like me. Still filing this away as we contemplate getting a second cat.
How to get a cat to like you (Lifehacker)
We checked out a working farm operated by the county park district today. Itās preserved much of the original residence and offers tours.
Highlight for me: learning about coffee brewed with egg, which I promptly Googled. Itching to try it! Anybody heard of this?
Best. Idea. Ever. š·
Labor Day morning.
Me: I forget. We restarting the (intermittent) fasting thing today?
C: Are you nuts? Tomorrow.
Me: Good. (Breaks out Frosted Flakes, almond milk, and Coke Zero)
For my first Micro Monday post, I recommend @eli and @cheri. Iām really enjoying getting to know these two prolific and welcoming members of this community!
The Sunday night of a three-day weekend with a Monday holiday is the best night ever.
Random photo, āDonāt Go Back to …ā edition: Rockville, MD, July 2018. š·
I deleted Apple News from my phone. Iām free! FREE, I tell you!
From punishing to pleasurable, how cursive writing is looping back into our hearts (Washington Post)
Anybody out there have a āmorning pagesā habit? Do you keep it up in an analog fashion, or do you do so digitally (say, on a website like 750words.com)?
Iām terrible with disciplines like this, but Iām considering giving this a shot for the possible therapeutic benefit.
Libation on a cloudy evening: Lithuanian honey liqueur and soda water. Tastes faintly like ouzo, but a bit sweeter. š·
Went to the city for brunch with friends I havenāt seen in years. Almost backed out because I feel so old and pudgy. I mean, I am old and pudgy. But it turns out weāre all old, and only some of us are pudgy ā but it turns out thatās okay.
Random photo: Rome, ME, June 2018. After a long work week, wishing we were there. š·
Three straight late evenings of work at home is enough. Time for a civilized nightās rest. āNight.
So, I had to guess my kidās favorite color during Curriculum Night. I said āblue, pink, or purple.ā
She said ācerulean, violet, or rose.ā
I wasnāt necessarily wrong.
Cerulean? Who the hell says āceruleanā in fifth grade?
This, incidentally, is B.K., short for Bright Lights, Big Kitty. He gets into my occasional photos of new beer/cider finds. He does not have a drinking problem, but then that could explain why heās apparently been a lousy mouser in recent months. š·
Okay, now Iām feeling guilty about this whole mousetrap thing. Maybe Iād feel less guilty if we just got a second cat to hunt them down in a circle-of-life kind of deal.
I just heard the loud “whack” of one of my husband’s mousetraps succeeding. I wish there was a far kinder (but effective) way to get rid of mice. All I know is that (1) I don’t want mice in my house, and (2) We really need to dock the cat’s pay for slacking on the job.
There’s hope for me yet.
Why Being Lazy Is Actually Good For You (Time)
Survival Of The Sluggish: Scientists Find An Upside To A Low Metabolism (NPR)
Deleted a tweet with my use of the phrase “rat-faced she-hyena with ’80s feathered hair” regarding a fallen senatorial candidate. Guess I’m finally growing up.
I don’t necessarily care about this story. I just like the use of the word “lickspittle” in the headline.
Can Trump find a sufficiently devoted lickspittle to replace Don McGahn? (Washington Post)
Is it wrong to look at my screen and audibly tell Facebook that no, I don’t really want more friends from you? And that I don’t even want to follow most of the friends you have for me already?
Sigh. And with that, I think I’ve done enough working into the wee hours. Good night.
Random photo: Bangor, ME, August 2016. š·