The sweetest tuxedo cat ever sat next to an anthology of American Splendor.

My kitten Harvey Pekat with his namesake.

There are many reasons I love the Cuyahoga County Board of Elections but it's mainly because last year, when I applied for an absentee ballot, I signed off my email with 'Please let me know if any documents are outstanding from my application' their reply? 'All of your documents are outstanding' 💫

Hey, down in front!

Just saw a very british thing in a cafe

** Sweet dog enters cafe with owner **

** Sweet dog admired by onlookers **

Onlooker 1: well-behaved dog
Onlooker 2: yes, that’s nice

Related: Anytime I pet a sweet cat in this country, the owner comes outside and says 'Yeah, she's a complete slut' 😶

I spent the summer staring into the NHS app The ambient tones of a slick MRI machine don't make up for the overall experience

I spent most of the summer waiting to hear whether I have liver cancer. I'm very happy to say I don't, but I have become an expert in the NHS app, and phoning GP receptions.

A Lesion is a Growth sometimes it’s your GP, not you, who thinks it might be cancer.

I'm having an MRI for the first time tomorrow. Most of my life I've felt kind of silly asking doctors 'is that normal?' or 'am I dying?' As a hypochondriac, I've recently been vindicated. I gotta say, it really sucks.

A Room of One's Own is maybe not the thing I may have taken Woolf's metaphor too literally...

I've moved 14 times in the last 14 years, but the most recent is the only one I've done knowing I'm autistic. I have no helpful tips. I've learned very little from the 13 previous moves and kicked the shit out of the furniture I love most.

I finished these today, so that means winter's over now, right?

Swindon Spiraling Am I Autistic or just very Ohio?

In my last post I wondered if I was actually Autistic or just a Midwesterner living in Britain. All masks are cultural but which ones are expat-me vs. autistic-me?

Smells you know but don’t name It all started with a phantom feeling in my teeth...

I'm writing an essay series about my late autism diagnosis. This month's post is about sensory sensitivities, and how I came to realize I actually have them.