How you doin’? Plugging along over here. Yesterday I had a mini-college reunion with four friends,
seven nine children under the age of 6 and one husband. It was a really good time, and everyone, parents included, were very well behaved. However, as soon as I walked in the door afterwards, I planted on the couch for a “short” nap only to wake up 3 hours later. Whoops. The day being essentially over at that point, I accepted it and settled into my sofa groove for the evening.
As such, I’m now totally into 11.22.63. If you’re into time travel/period living/Kennedy conspiracy theories/Stephen King, you need to also be totally into it.
Today, I’ll be more productive and probably cook some things. Man (I) cannot live on beer bread alone.
I found the internet underwhelming this week. Here are a few things that whelmed me:
The Mambas are doing more than saving rhinos, they’re saving a community.
Real life supermen? So it would seem.
The Tinder chronicles. The commonality of this situation is both sad and scary.
We’re all just humans. WWII refugees write letters to Syrian refugees, and I’m crying.
Related, sorta: A reminder that people are not horrible.
Apparently there’s some sort of biscuit crisis in England. A crisis indeed.
Ways to love potatoes even more. As if you needed suggestions.
And finally, since a lot of us just lost an hour of sleep, here are at least some suggestions on what to do with that extra hour of sun. I love the choice of gif for “making something with your hands.”
To keep me on track for my book-a-week thing, I’m sharing with you what I’m reading. Last week I read Match Me if You Can by Michele Gorman.
Have a good week!
Written amongst coffee and English muffins.