After a bad start the day was much improved by learning that Cow Therapy is a thing.

Made it through the weekend without a crisis only to have some bitch karen object to Ian's existence this morning - while walking her own precious pooch.

I hear what you guys are saying about the Oscars, and how they're a celebration of life, and the show must go on, blah-blah-blah, so-on-and-so-forth. It all makes a degree of sense, but to me it still feels like Nero fiddling while Rome burns. Or in this case, wearing fancy clothes while LA burns.

While randomly browsing Amazon I found a second-hand title from my "that might be nice to own some day" list was actually being sold by ThriftBooks. You bet I headed over to the other site and nabbed it from them directly.

4:30 AM Ian wakes me up barking. There are flashing lights peeping through a crack in the curtains. A house one street over (not directly across the street) is in flames. You could see them over other buildings. Now a smokey morning still filled with emergency vehicles. I hope everyone got out.

It is cold, snowy, and the temps are only going to drop today, and I am NOT standing on an el platform bound for downtown jury duty. #standby #released

Been a hot second since I read these. The Oresteia is feeling strangely apropos.

I'm trying to avoid social media. Why am I signing up for a new platform? Oh yeah, cuz too many of you help keep me sane