With their permission (and key) I popped by a friend’s house to pick up something. Haven’t been inside someone else’s house in over a year, so it was very strange; even stranger because no one was home. I wanted to hang out on the porch for a bit, but settled for just taking a photo of this chair.
For some reason, I find these new little traffic lights for bikes just adorable.
Doug is once again experimenting with his pasta maker. Tonight, we are having spinach linguine with shrimp. Can’t wait!
At the advice of my therapist, I bought myself a punching bag to work out frustration. It came empty, with the suggestion that you could fill it with old clothes and things. So I posted on the local Buy Nothing group, wound up with more castoffs than I could use, and stuffed it full.
Rachel gave us this puzzle of Yellowstone. Possibly because she hates us. The majority of the pieces are beige, some with microscopic writing on them. You know you’re in trouble when even putting the edge together is a challenge…
I often find bruises on myself with no idea where they came from. So leave it to me to get one on the pad of my left pinky finger.
You know what’s weird? This conversation:
“I’m getting my vaccine this afternoon.”
“Oh! Congratulations!”
What a strange thing to be congratulated for. I wonder when it will become routine, like a flu shot.
The last few days, Ferrous has taken to hanging out here among our coats. The heat comes up at the back of that bench, so I guess it’s a nice warm and very cozy spot.
Spotted the remains of a branch when we were out walking around today. At first Doug thought it was a shoe, but then we looked closer.
We’ve had this tunnel for years, possibly for as long as we’ve had the cats, but Ferrous has only recently re-discovered it, and now he likes to spend some time in it every day.
