Happiness is a hared jug.

The time has come for me to replace a frying pan (or skillet for my colonial friends). I seek recommendation for a deep 32cm pan compatible with our induction hob.

What does she do for the rest of the year?

Having finished reading the latest paper issue of @bylinetimes.bsky.social I feel constructively angry about injustice and malevolence. Wondering if this might be an echo chamber, I recalled my disgust after reading populist journalism. I will stick to my constructively provocative echo chamber.

Today my secret diner is crowded. Most menu items were exhausted. The staff know my tastes. My soup became a beautiful platter of melon slices garnished with grapes, orange, and kiwi. My chops arrived with a plate piled with broccoli on a bed of peas. Serendipitous delight!

Today I learned how to check a vehicle as it enters and leaves a prison. This is not a skill that a library worker is expected to use except to notice if prison colleagues are cutting corners.

Today I learned that, in New Zealand, flip flops are 'jandals'. I love language! @koparafallskid.bsky.social was my educator.

More than a month after my back injury, and a week of light duties, the discomfort still interrupts my sleep making me reluctant to get up in the morning. So: no trip to Watt on for a day of board games today. Sigh...

Today I learned that "who go down to the sea in ships" is biblical (Psalm 107); not Tennyson, as I believed since childhood.