I stopped petting her.

Sunspots on your floofy tummy are the best!

Qualifying for the first round of the 2025 MotoGP season is done and my first pole position prediction is off by 98/1000 of a second. I’ll call that a solid start.

It’s almost over, but today would have been Johnny Cash’s 93rd birthday.

She loves our front porch heater.

Nightcap then bed. It’s a school night after all.

I’d like to go to bed, but I’m not allowed to move.

When everyone talks about everything “coming up rainbows” but you know they aren’t for you.

This sweet girl isn’t spoiled or anything. She just has her own blanket on my bed. She brings her toys up by herself.

This is a drawing of THE iconic image from this year’s 24 Hours of Daytona. #ifykyk

#iykyk

Sherpa hoodies are for biscuits.

I had heard Facebook had been taking people’s accounts and having them automatically follow Trump. I preemptively blocked Trump. Then he popped up on my feed and I was somehow following. Facebook is deactivated. I’ll go back to grab my photos, then deleting my account altogether.

So, I’ll start with something important.