Stay safe! We no longer have a Coast Guard cutter or office here thanks to the cuts this spring, and lots of Forest Service and NPS staff are worried. I’ll be keeping my fingers crossed for you and hope the wildfires don’t get close ♥️

Ok, now I want to know which book I’ve listened to *that* many times. Though it will probably turn out to be one by Douglas Adams. Or Terry Pratchett.

I keep thinking about all of the supposed “youthful indiscretions” we’ve been told we should ignore over the years—photos of folks in blackface and blackout drunk, racist texts and posts, credible allegations of assault. But yeah, this piece of history here is *clearly* a bridge too far 🙄🙄

Why is it that none of the dystopian lit I’ve read included this bit where the world is on fire but we still have to pretend to care about spreadsheets and the employee picnic? Because this is def some psych horror. I’m not interested in arguing about who’s bringing the potato salad right now.

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I feel like this whole era, into the Plantagenet wars and Henry VIII, has so many “wtf, that can’t be real” moments that are, in fact, real. Sometimes, it makes me feel better about living in the current unprecedented times. Sometimes.

I hate this timeline so much.

This is one of my favorite critters I’ve made

I have several elderly dogs (the oldest is a 14yo Chihuahua mix) and a 10 mo old puppy. Some days are just me going in circles cleaning up one mess and turning around to find another, over and over. Some days, it’s just a lot 😆

I am justifying my excessive yarn buying right now with the idea that if this is the worst vice I’m indulging in to cope with the hellscape of current events…it could be a lot worse, right? 😆

I have all the books, but if you want to send Nick Begich a potato, I’m all for it!

…from which we may or may not deduce some glimmer of veracity, and we as troglodyte seekers of wisdom can only lift our voices to the unseen and say, humbly, ‘Go on, do Deformed Rabbit . . . it’s my favorite.’” Small Gods

“Life in this world,” he said, “is, as it were, a sojourn in a cave. What can we know of reality? For all we see of the true nature of existence is, shall we say, no more than bewildering and amusing shadows cast upon the inner wall of the cave by the unseen blinding light of absolute truth 1/