What I wouldn’t give for a taco-with-sour-cream dream. If you know, you know.

My kid tells me to put my phone away and I love her for it.

TIL that one does NOT dis Eric Clapton in front of my father-in-law.

There are dolphins with Alzheimer’s. Fuuuuck.

If my dad died when I was 46 instead of 26, I would have paid off my student loans. True story.

Sometimes I have to remind myself that my kid isn’t a Montessori kid because she’s not in a Montessori school. By which I mean, all the benefits that come from an experienced, multi-age class are not available to them.

I was in my 30s the first time I had a cardamom latte. Fonté Coffee on First in Seattle. Such a super delicious idea.

I genuinely appreciate the tech who looks at my veins and says “Are you okay if I just go straight to your hand?”.

Need non-fiction audiobook suggestions, please. Can’t sleep. Feel too seasick for screens.

Favorite subjects: botany, biology, mycology, medical history, public health, paleontology, evolution, satire.

What I need is a new Sarah Vowell book. Sarah! Are you out there? Are you okay?

I’ve been having the same dream for over a week. Not the same dream from beginning to end on repeat, but nightly installments of the same story. Same director. Same filming location. It’s actually quite disconcerting.

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That’s a wacky bird call! *looks up bird* Stellar’s Jay. Whoa, what the shit was that? *looks up bird* Stellar’s Jay. Wow! Couldn’t possibly be… Stellar’s Jay.

A few grey days are good for me, lest I forget it’s not all blackberries and good coffee here.

I keep thinking I see people I know, but they all just look familiar because vastly fewer people look like my people back east, whereas everyone does here.

The little one is so excited about sea planes.

I should keep a running list of things I remove from my bed before going to sleep. Tonight: iPad, pen, 2 toddler drawings on the back of a to-do list, toy monster truck, toy pickup truck, picture book about Ramadan, picture book about bones/skeletons, and separated pieces of a matryoshka doll set.

Just got so pumped thinking ICE was about to burst into the salon and I could cause a scene. Then I remembered the salon is next to Dunkin’s. Major let down.

Tonight, post bath, Dad brings me the squeaky clean toddler wrapped in a frog towel decrying their need for “wooba”. Wooba is lotion. We play the mama name game. I am ultimately cow. I moo. I say it’s time for more wooba. They respond “mooba” and giggle. This bean is far too young to be this clever.

A long-running joke in this house is me saying I’m Mama and my sprog saying no. Who am I then? Sometimes I’m dad. Others I’m our cat. Hilarity ensues. As of late, when I say Mama, the kid says cow. Cows are very popular right now. I moo dutifully. We moo back and forth using her toy microphone.