While trying to get some work done, my rabbit has hopped up onto the couch and is trying to burrow into it. The crow I feed is sitting on my windowsill tapping at the glass trying to get my attention. And the cat is sitting by his empty bowl crying (he's on a diet and has already been fed twice). I

I’ve heard some people suggest that we just need to hold our breath for four years, and then things will return to normal. But I can’t shake an ominous sense of dread that we are heading into dark times.

I probably shouldn’t be reading Prophet Song by Paul Lynch. It’s only feeding my unease.

Marigold

While the world burns, I'm posting photos of my rabbits nose

I have to start somewhere here on Bluesky, so why not a view from my living room last night of the sun setting between the towers of the Golden Gate Bridge.