“When do you think the snow’s gonna melt?” my son asked me yesterday.
My kneejerk reaction: March.
Today, I checked the extended 30-day forecast and realized I wasn’t wrong.

“When do you think the snow’s gonna melt?” my son asked me yesterday.
My kneejerk reaction: March.
Today, I checked the extended 30-day forecast and realized I wasn’t wrong.

It’s one of those mornings where I’m kicked back in my usual comfy chair, cat resting on my lap, and I look at my cup of coffee and wonder: did I even stir my coffee?
Delayed gratification is getting a new DSLR for the first time in over a decade, then waiting for the battery to charge before I can play with it.
My hot take on Walmart curbside pickup: for small items, I’d much rather just go inside and wait in line at a service counter.
There’s an unexpected consequence of having carefully curated my online interactions to people who are tolerant and open-minded, now that intolerance and closed-mindedness are surging. Now, all my feeds are filled with anger, indignation, and protest.