Handwritten.

I love my stationery and sealing-wax, but I rarely use them. Today I received a sealed, handwritten invitation in the mail to dine with friends later on in the month. It gave me such a thrill! As I wrote and sealed my reply, I decided it would be the focus of today's Routine Reboot. Too... Continue Reading →

It will be OK.

It will be OK. The Squid of Reassurance told me so. It will be OK because of other things, too, like meeting a new friend for coffee and fascinating chat, then coming home to cats who cuddled me while I dug into this book on databases in historical research. The aforementioned new friend introduced me... Continue Reading →

Red wings and darker beak.

I'll save you the tally of scratches and cuts. It's more than a few, and two are especially bothering me. I can't seem to move my right hand without brushing or bashing its most irritating injury against something scratchy or pointy, and my left middle finger has become a dowsing rod for paper cuts. This... Continue Reading →

Silver screen and snail smooches.

The libraries have extended hours for the end of term, so work today was a bit more strenuous than usual. Tensions are high and so I instructed my coworkers to deploy cute pictures of baby animals as needed. One provided me with Ukrainian photographer Vyacheslav Mishchenko's macro photography of snails. It sets a high bar... Continue Reading →

No, doze.

Torgi spent last night jumping up on the bed, poking my face and shoulder with his paw, trying to get situated, and then jumping down again. Sometimes he'd root around in the litter box like he'd lost a cufflink in a pile of dirty laundry, scrape scrape, scuffle scuffle. Zen, on the other hand, was... Continue Reading →

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