Was at my kid's dance recital today and realized the group of tweens dressed as Carmen Sandiego dancing to the show's theme song probably have no idea what it is and just know they are pandering to the ancient parents from the 1900s...and anyway being over 40 feels weird.

Nothing like a night owl tween to make you step up your nature documentary game.

I'd rather be doing other things today but now my plans for include running a nose-blowing workshop for my kids. I'm tired being responsible for 4 noses when I only have 1. I've got a box of tissues in every room of the house and almost as many trash cans.

I spent the day watching all my neighbors get their cars stuck in icy slush as a direct result of none of them shoveling ever.

Worcester actually came through and passed a resolution to be a sanctuary city for trans people! A positive response to the hard work of community organizing and many hours over weeks of public comment and protest in this city in the middle of the less-blue-than-you-think central MA.

My youngest child woke me up at 4am to tell me I needed to make room for Baby Vanny in my bed so that Baby Vanny can be warm. Baby Vanny is a promotional stress ball from an auto parts store. Obv everyone else, including Baby Vanny, is back to sleep but I am awake forever.

I think I have been so quiet on the other place for so long I forgot how to say anything.

I got these hobbit feet slippers to wear while reading The Hobbit to my kids. I have been wearing them all day and have tripped at least 100 times.

Do we have a nickname for posts on here?