Day 2 working from home, I am 23 minutes late.

Looking forward to the submarine parades when we celebrate the 250th birthday of the Navy later this year.

Reframing my job as an extension of the rich and dramatic history of letter writing.
Pound sign: email.

I guess we can only assume that Trump and Vance's cycles have synced and that's why their emotions got the better of them.

Do we still post pictures of food?

Can't wait to renew my passport and describe myself as 6 lbs and bald.

Me: I'm a witness to history!
Also me: if these mother-flipping anarchists remove the cenus data I'm working with before I finish manually updating demographics in this "new" reporting system from 2012 I will lose my shit.

Now, where was I?