I have had three cooking disasters over the last week and am trying to be less discouraged and more encouraged that I am learning a long-neglected skill. Although setting toast on fire the same week I also emailed “two-do list” to a department head may be indicative of overall brain malfunction.

My adjoining office mate came by to say our building might be catching fire, unclear at the moment, and I’m looking around my space inventorying what I might want to take with me. Is a sticker collection worth bringing over my plants?

The local monthly testing of all the emergency sirens is happening right now and it just reminds me of my dearly departed girl beagle, who was the absolute loudest howler and would let loose for no good reason.

In an effort to not doomscroll into a worse version of myself, I have mostly been limiting my online presence to photos and brief, contextualized, compartmentalized life updates. Also, watching animal videos. Here is a honeycrisp apple I briefly contemplated throwing away (A CRIME). I am alive.

I made a post. I miss what Twitter used to be, but I don’t miss doomscrolling?