Did I mention it’s currently -19 C. right now? I’d like to say I’m cold but I am still nearly perpetually too hot and sitting underneath the fan in the bedroom. 😅

Eeeh. 🤢 Blue cheese and sweaty foot funk and road kill. It has to taste amazing if people can still eat it with enjoyment, but I am a bloodhound. One whiff haunts my senses for days, in Technicolor.

It’s a Korean thing - a little bit like a marmalade, almost. A thick jelly with honey and strips of the yuzu peel. You put a spoonful or two in water, hot or cold, and it is quite good on toast as well.

Bark’s been getting down on some hot cocoa made with oat milk. I have dairy milk but I have chocolate Ovaltine instead. That and yuzu honey tea are my favorite winter drinks.

I mean, aside from knowing how happy Australia makes you, I absolutely cannot blame you for wanting to get as far as possible from the ripe-ass orange shit balloon fixing to pop from its own rotten insides. Canada is in the splatter zone and I hate it.

It’s ironic, in that if our legislators weren’t blatantly corrupt self-serving arsebiscuits that individual’s job wouldn’t have to be loudly protesting and holding them accountable for the grift.

It is my partner’s favourite holiday, so I try very hard to not ruin it for him with my grumpy demeanour. It’d be easier if the relentless consumer death march didn’t try to start shoving a Xmas tree up my ass in September. I dread a future where Xmas becomes the omni-holiday, all consuming.

Happy birthday! 🥳🎂

You can’t expect him to hold onto that slush money all winter. He needs to get it out of the cottage shed so he has room for his snowmobile.

I have to remind myself that doing something I enjoy is ok - I don’t have to “earn” the right to do some hobby work or pursue Craft-y crafts.

It isn’t lazy. I’m still doing things I need to be doing. I don’t have to feel guilty about it & I don’t have to apologize or defend my choices to anyone.

Language evolves. I know that. But it’s still odd to see it in the first person.

Don’t even get me started on how Halloween lost its’ apostrophe. I may crumble into dust.

May the Queen of Owls’ golden gaze light you a path through the darkness, for surely she hears your call in the night when gathering all such cri de coeur to her velvet-feathered breast. May you be granted respite. 🦉