How is it that some days are 57 hours long? Shouldn’t there be some science or math to prevent that from happening?
Today I had the privilege of sharing Nyan Cat with someone who had never seen it before. Sharing the rainbow joy.
One key drive as an introvert is to spend some time simply unobserved. It’s a state of not needing to think about how behaviors, words, facial expressions, etc. affect others and the ability to just be in that moment.
The semester just started up, so I will be a bit quiet for a week or two. It’s an energetic, frenetic, frantic time of year.
Please stop printing “now a major motion picture” on book covers. I don’t need your shame marker reminding me that I was late to the party.