chortling at a Mean Girls joke that I made either in reality or in a dream, and I can’t remember which it was. tickled either way.

The feminine urge to photograph all of my little trinkets and nature treasures in flatlays. ✨

I’ve waited five years for this moment. Reggie and Bilbo are snuggling, on purpose and for an extended period of time. Funky picture because I’m not risking moving too much to get a better one lest I disturb this delicate new love.

Yesterday’s sourdough bake, boule two. #breadsky

Yesterday’s sourdough bake, boule one. #breadsky

Pippi, the tiniest Lorax, was very pleased to have me laying on the couch with a heating pad all day yesterday.

Made my own granola last night! Rolled oats, maple syrup, safflower oil, sliced almonds, cinnamon, cardamom, vanilla, nutmeg, a pinch of salt, and dried cranberries. 🥰

Microfiche implies the existence of macrofiche. Giant leviathans who live in libraries, bellowing news stories to anyone who asks.

My sweet Bilbo ♥️ The way he gallops into the bedroom and onto the bed at top speed when I ask if he wants to take a nap with me melts my heart every time.

One of the great joys of my life: walking around town with Reginald. Strangers tell me he is exceptionally adorable and cannot resist kissing his face. The way people light up with unguarded delight at the sight of my slightly scruffy and completely lovable boy melts my heart.

Every year I’m shocked how well my sunlight lamp staves off the seasonal depression. I’ve been using one or another for 19 winters, yet it’s somehow a pleasant surprise every time that I’m like a little potted plant and feel happy and energized after my daily quota of sunshine. 🌱

when there's a cat:

How Reg is handling the cold snap.

Sometimes I think about dating again after a year of being single. Then I remember the time last year when a guy hit on me and then asked me for my Snapchat. I said I didn’t have Snapchat. That was the end of the conversation. The bar is so low that it is literally in hell.