It’s not Caturday but like, come on.

It took 3 minutes for Falcon 9 to fly over my house in Erendira, Baja CA from its launch from Vandenburg

CATURDAY begins now.

When I inherited this truck from my dad we’d been calling it Squeaks for at least 7 years. Yesterday I redid the bushings and now it doesn’t squeak anymore and I don’t know what to do.

I just found this rug in my dads house in Baja.

I’m glad to be experiencing Spanish culture right here at JFK with this supremely late Iberian flight.

I’m lucky enough to have a first class flight to JFK today and I’ve already spilled veggie sausage grease on my sweater.

The moment when @patrickgeorge.bsky.social talks to you from United’s business class.

Currently

First night camping at the Rebelle. It’s going to be 15F tonight. I’m wearing 2 pr socks, fleece leggings, t shirt , sweatshirt, vest, jacket, hat. I have sleeping bag liner, 2 sleeping bags, a blanket. It was exhausting just getting in to all this.

What do y’all do when you feel vaguely unsettled? Everything is mostly under control, but I feel off. Was it the tacos? I don’t know.

1 desert race, spectating in 1 Chevy ZR2, 2 rollovers helped, 1 hood recovered, 4 Diet Dr Peppers drank. It was a good day.