I just finished the book, and all I can say is I would rather die than be roasted by Bernhard. Damn.

That’s Horatio, and he deserves a forever home just like every box that enters our lives!

Look, if you had to attend an “artistic dinner” at the Auersbergers’, you’d be seething too. What a bunch of pretentious phonies (I thought, while sitting in my wing chair).

I’m having trouble finding levity here on bsky. I made a list for “funnies” but it doesn’t have enough funnies yet to satisfy my scrolling needs. Trying to build it out.

Never seen anyone ruminate harder! I love it!

Buckle up! The Lacey is a wild ride!