It's actually theft of taxpayers money when websites go dark. We paid for that data

Puzzle progress.
It's been surprisingly therapeutic to see the real visual results of just one piece at a time. A reminder that every little step, no matter how small is part of the larger journey.

Here I am, a factory worker enjoying his lunch in the North End of Boston on January 15, 1919. I’ve survived the influenza pandemic, I’m feeling good about life, and I’ve never been more confident I will not be swallowed up by a flood of liquid sugarcane extract

Intentional self-care day started with coffee and a puzzle in the sunshine

“Everyone was so overly earnest ahead of the ban. It’s going to be so embarrassing now.”

Fuck no. Break open the earnest floodgates. We’re about to enter a cold, cruel four years. Wear your heart on your sleeve. Insist on warmth and softness.

Just stop me if I read poem aloud or something.

Heard a single gunshot outside about an hour ago. I live on the cusp between a neighborhood and some woods but I hate how many feelings I went through about whether to call and report it. (It's dark outside and it's not hunting season but we also didn't hear any other disturbances).