I feel like Tony Shalhoub should be on here...somewhere.

A tortie cat sitting upright in a lap facing forward. She is looking slightly to her left. The left side of her face is more light than dark, while the right side in comparison looks darker, although is actually more a 50/50 mix.

My new coworker requires a lot of one-on-one coaching.

Delta Dawn

Damn you, crossword, for making me realize that after 54 years, I still know the words to Delta Dawn, though my version is decidedly more uptempo.

Pretty much everything hurts more. For no reason.
Oh, you're awake? Let me count the aches.

I would love to know if any mathematician has done the proof on why the dryer ball always ends up stuck in the sleeve of that one flannel shirt. Seems like there's a thesis there or something.

A tortie cat being held. One front leg is dangling over a man's forearm and looks very long. The cat has a tan stripe roughly in the middle of her face and one side appears lighter than the other. She is looking alertly toward the camera.

Willow Longshanks #CatsOfBluesky #caturday

I made a shortcut at work in Word for em-dashes about 5 years ago. No regrets.

Chaotic neutral.

Almost got a new dishwasher out of this process, but we managed to skip the last part.

I bounce between triceratops, stegosaurus, and ankylosaurus (because who has not sometimes wanted a clubbed tail).

We are entering week 3 of the dishwasher saga and are discovering so many mysteries about the plumbing in this house (derogatory).

Same, black kitty.

When the moon hits your eye
Like a ravioli
That's a food fight

Cover of a book, Miss Sally's Son, by Thomas Curry. The cover shows a painting of a diner on a mustard yellow paperback with the title and author's name.

With all the Catholicism in the news, I would like to humbly recommend my cousin's (once removed) first novel, about a man wrestling with his faith after his mother dies and discovering his mother's found family in Williamsburg.

ignatius.com/miss-sally-s...

Okay, but a novice in a monastery in 1348 would probably not regularly use the idea of the sound of a handgun going off to describe being awoken in his cell by a bell? A gun, maybe, but the very specific "handgun" reference strikes my ear as more modern.

I was once jolted out of a book in the first few pages when a character made a handgun metaphor reference and the setting was specifically 14th century. I mean, maybe there were handguns at that time? But, the metaphor was extremely modern. I think i abandoned that book about a third of the way in.

Those green eyes! What a gorgeous loaf!

Women have been sucking it up and surviving since they were little girls and taught that they were responsible for themselves and everyone around them.

A tortie cat with a fuzzy orange ball in her mouth (her favorite--the other colors are inferior) peeks over an open staircase. She knows "Ready? Set. Go!" and will wait for you to throw the ball over the stairs before chasing,playing, and bringing it back.

Who wants to play fetch with Willow while I try to get some cleaning done? Directions in alt. #CatsOfBluesky #torties

I did not take my phone on our evening walk but I saw: a goose, a heron, some redwing blackbirds, many squirrels, a rabbit, and four deer. Also violets and some kind of orchid. Heard a bullfrog. All in our extremely suburban Virginia neighborhood. Despite the pollen, nature rocks.

Criminal

It was in the nineties/early aughts when treatments were more limited than they are now--to spit in the face of the possibilities available now is so barbaric in my mind.

I've had two relatives die of this horrible disease. These know-nothings are ghouls.

It was the 70s. People were weird! 😂

Ack. I think we also had carpet in the bathrooms at that house. Blue, though, not orange.

Arguably, none of us are truly rational, and the sooner we realize that, the more human we become.

My mother had orange carpet put in our house on purpose. Orange. Carpet. I had to vacuum that every week.

Me, with seasonal allergies: One thing about living [in the world] I never could stomach; [springtime and all] the [effin] trees.

Picture of Earth in space taken on the Artemis II mission. Swirls of white against blue, the brown of Africa in the lower left, a thin ring of atmosphere visible against the dark of space.

How can you not have empathy for every living thing when you see the fragility of this globe we inhabit? We are all on this together. Our politics pale in comparison to the oneness of our little blue marble.

Billy Idol would never