The absurdity finally crested yesterday afternoon. It wasn’t quite the soft internal snap of breakage which presages cutthroat action, but a certain slight and critical ...
Barreling into Tuesday like a clown car stuffed with weasels, that’s us. The coffee tastes exceptionally fine, whether that is a function of washing the ...
The effort to not work all weekend, swimming against natural inclinations (or just my imposter syndrome) was bloody well taxing. The kids had threatened to ...