The mister is doing some home bookkeeping today, and quietly singing to himself: “Rec-on-cile like a croc-o-dile…”

I am a grown-ass woman, who has taken nigh-unto-innumerable trips around the sun, and yet I am still capable of putting on a t-shirt backwards.

I’m nobody’s baby I’m everybody’s girl I’m the queen of nothing I’m the king of the world

The answer to the question “do I really need to use parchment paper?” is yes. It’s always yes.

So how do you turn Monday off and then on again? I need to do a hard reset.

Procrastination level is hovering somewhere around “clean off auxiliary work surface” currently - as long as I don’t let it grow to “check expiration dates of fridge door condiments” level, I should be okay.

Current Work Intensity Level: Glass, Music in Fifths

The Kleenex Incident: A Tale of Laundry Gone Wrong

Having Jiffy Mix corn muffins for dinner. (With dinner???) (Nah, for dinner.)

Burned my finger and thumb while cooking tonight, something I haven’t done in years and years. Fucking time changes. Be careful out there, kids.

It’s a beautiful day in Los Angeles. Sunny but not hot, the trees are greening, there are people cheering a soccer game, grips are clinking and clanking as they set up a shoot across the street, children are laughing…the world rolls gently on.

When the horoscope says “disruptive energies at home”, does it just mean I need to change the bedsheets?

doubting my commitment to sparkle motion

Just bought some replacement lids for a couple beloved Pyrex baking dishes, and it was utterly refreshing. This is how it should work - tools that are meant to last, with parts available to fix the bits that do wear out.

I wish there were more wikis and fewer Discords. Chat is not documentation, people.

I just ran a Python program from the command line to get information from a website. I also installed Telnet on my machine. I am fairly certain that I am, in actuality, Trinity from The Matrix now.

Working with sorcery, um, I mean regex this morning.

Eating a pineapple tamale. Enjoying it, too.

I’m wearing my cardigan inside out. That is all.

I think my Angeleno-fu is waning in this damp, verdant, and ferrous city. Get me an avocado, stat.

These clouds stick to the sky like a floating question, why? And they linger there to die. They don't know where they're going, and, my friend, neither do I.

I have survived Whole Foods at 4:30 on a Friday, saints be praised.

Dicing up a beet to put on my salad - while wearing a white shirt. [gasp] Just me, living my comically dangerous lifestyle.

thank you for the flowers and the book by Derrida

Got to ride the train today, so it must be a good day.

I swear, my feet are completely composed of dry skin at this point.

Yeah, so what if I’m still in pajamas.

we are far too young and clever

Alrighty then - it's almost 3pm and finally I'm ready to start Monday morning now.

I got out of bed this morning. That's my todo list sorted!

Scary technical stuff. Moving things around. Streamlining.

Breakfast this morning is the same as most mornings: fried egg on a bed of diced avocado.

All I want to do today is eat chocolate.

Mr Blue Sky is almost home and I am bouncing.

Up dog is hard.

Off to see a movie this afternoon. Polite Society, to be exact.

It's Sunday and I've updated my /now page:

Normally I find yoga (to be fair, any kind of exercise) to be a chore, but I came away from my workout feeling so damn good today. What is happening to me?!

Hot take: avocado mashed up with lime juice is the best salad dressing of ever.

Waiting for the man. Or woman. Or whoever is supposed to be delivering my edibles order.

Not sure what I've done, but Netflix is suggesting Korean programs to me, pretty much exclusively. Those, and cooking shows.

hubba hubba

Someone needs to bring me lunch. Feeding myself is beyond my current capacity.

At Frieze LA: I just arrived at the “East Site” and it’s like an entirely different fair. So much fresher, so much better, so much more engaging.

At Frieze LA: on the bright side, the people watching is effing superb.

At Frieze LA: oh dear. Not even halfway through and ugh, last year’s fair was so much better. More talent, more innovation, more fresh - this seems like a return to stodgy old chosen-by-gatekeepers crud.

At Frieze LA: first impression is that it is shockingly easy to pick out which galleries are from NYC. Do you people ever smile? or wear colors?

Playing the Photoshop game. You'd think it would be more fun. Maybe some side quests or something.

So, uh, Rihanna is pregnant and in Squid Games?

I would like to have my own military band.

I thought that going to Whole Foods early in the morning would mean no lines. I was so, so wrong - they only had one cashier, so I guess technically, it was only one line, but it was epic.

Got the house to myself today. Might go all out and do something crazy like have a piece of toast. With jam.

The Sea Beast is super subversive! Animation was gorgeous, but hoo boy: question authority, writ large. Highly recommend!

On tap tonight: The Sea Beast. Perhaps with some, uh, enhancements.

It's my birthday. My plans include having a danger dog and attending a concert at Disney Hall. Not simultaneously. Well, maybe.

toy with your tools, tool with your toys

Went to Costco yesterday. If I didn't get the plague there, then I figure I must be completely immune at this point.

I forgot our anniversary is today.

Ready to burst into tears, for no discernible reason.

Has the year started yet?

merry and bright