I would argue that when someone sends you “get well quickly” flowers, the appropriate response is not, “What the f— is this?”
But here we are.
In defiance of a culture of alcohol, of which I have been a willing participant for many years, I turn to Seedlip, non-alcoholic spirits, for this weekend’s cocktails. πΈπΉ
Sometimes what you meant to paint isn’t what you actually painted, and that ends up being just fine.
This one is titled Sunset
Despite a whole glacier for camp locations, not one but two other parties pitched within 15m of our tents. I was disappointed in their choices, having little privacy for personal tasks. Did said tasks anyway, in full view when necessary. Them’s the breaks. #baker2020
Had my first covid test in prep for events later this week. Keeping workload light because of events later this week. Having steamed milk to reduce anxieties from events later this week.
Had a sleepover with Luna. She both kept me up last night, and woke me up early. I shall sleep early tonight.
Looking forward to returning to one of my favourite places in the world, though not specifically Neko Harbour next time.
Convinced again that there’re a rat and her babies in the compost bin, Tilly started digging.
I eventually rotated the bin to a new location to show her the bin had no rats this time.
“This time…” was her walking-away look.
Today I learned the phrase “another D as in David” is written as T.
My name is not so hard to spell as to write that letter incorrectly.
Went to throw a disc at the park yesterday. One pass caught the wind and came zinging in fast. I caught it at least.
Been a while since I’ve had ultimate frisbee bruises. I miss playing so much.
Trying roasted buckwheat tea for a non-caffeinated drink at home this evening. Tomorrow’s exploration is a barley tea.
Moles have invaded my yard, and have begun digging under my slab foundation. I’m struggling with my compassion for an animal trying to survive, against my worries about the structural damage to my house. I don’t want to kill them, yet they seem unwilling to live elsewhere.
Posting at 23:34, did I make it?
Tilly was convinced there was a rat in my car’s engine compartment.
She was right. π