all the quips fit to type
My copy of The Testaments came a week early, so last night I picked it up to read a few pages and by 11:15 had finished. I don’t want to put in any spoilers, so I’ll say it’s worth reading: a story about the hope and terror of trying when it seems useless, a story for 2019.
Also, avoid the reviews, which are filled with spoilers on the characters. You would likely figure these details out as you read, but there’s joy in the finding.
For fall semester, I’m trying out an A6 Hobonichi instead of the larger Cousin because sometimes follow-through is linked to there you set the bar.
(Also, I’m a bit tired of the weight and I am in love with the grey wood bird case but I would definitely need to be sure on the size before that kind of commitment.)
There’s nothing quite so gratifying as finding out that a student I’ve worked with for years, and who I know has overcome much, is receiving a well-deserved honor. It reminds me why I do this.
Go forth and fly (in an airplane, to another country)!
The challenge with auto-generated connections in a nutshell:
Not to volunteer for a gig as an unpaid #influencer, but I can’t believe the salads at Wendy’s these days. Apples, nuts, blue cheese, pomegranate dressing that, rather than being sickly sweet, tastes like angels playing piccolo on my tastebuds. How did that make it through the fast food decision-making grinder?
