78 days until Halloween.

If I didn’t have crippling social anxiety, I would start a support group for people who suffered childhood exposure to Christopher Lloyd’s severed fucking head when that ‘87 episode of Amazing Stories aired. I don’t hear about it often, or really at all, but Jesus Christ. I think about that a lot.

Might as well share some seasonal miscellanea from around the house as something vaguely resembling a Halloween countdown. Bonus if it serves as a slight distraction from the *gestures vaguely and at everything* totalitarian hellscape. 79 to go.

Peep these almost-too-perfect #snowflakes that my kid caught today. Pretty rad, huh?

This #cat is an absolute goddamn menace to society. He should have gnarly devil horns instead of crumpled whiskers. Related: I am so, so very tired.

🎵 Splish splash, I was touchin’ some grass 🎵 Took my chronically online ass on a walk in the woods today. Saw squirrels and trees and waterfalls. Much needed. Overall rad. 10/10. #gooutside

Doomscroll rest area. Join me in admiring these palm-sized pumpkins that are still thriving in my living room. Resilient bastards. May we all be so lucky.

I realize I’ve done virtually nothing with this account in the week that I’ve had it, so here’s Billiam, who never ceases to look like a well-loved childhood stuffed animal that went through the washer and dryer despite having a tag that said “Surface clean only.”