Finally going to cross a task off my list I’ve had for a while…

Aligning my bookshop.org wishlist with my Epilogue want to read list with my Libby hold queue.

I don’t know why I’m so egregiously breaking my own rules today. Must be something in the air.

I’m sure I’ll return to my regular programing tomorrow.

While I do appreciate how cute the kids are pretending we live in normal times and this is just any old other election with their performative protest votes, some us are actually living in reality and trying to save what little democracy we still have.

I’m so grateful for the amazing, strong, smart, and wonderful women I have in my life. They make me a better human.

I’m also grateful for all of the strong and smart women here. I learn so much from you and need to follow even more.

The Judas.

Very much looking forward to Friday Fish Fry tonight.

Manhattan.

The citizens demand cat pictures and I comply…

James Shelley asks, What’s the fun in writing on the internet anymore?

To put any thoughtful labour into crafting words online today is to watch them get sucked up, repurposed, and often monetized by someone else. It feels a bit like a digital wasteland; overrun with pirates, replete with armies of robots regurgitating everything into a gooey cocktail of digital sludge.

Much food for thought.

Good morning!

(This is actually my wife’s mug. I just wanted to gift you the song that is now likely stuck in your head.)