Watched most of the third season of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds over the weekend. It’s starting to maybe feel a little shark-jumpy?

Maybe that’s not fair. It feels like it’s hitting a lot of tropes I don’t love, but I can maybe handle as an homage to classic sci-fi TV.

What a week, huh?

I technically only ever had one glass of wine tonight.

Maybe I topped it off a.. couple times. I wasn’t counting.

I had a dream I was in a musical production where I played the secondary love interest of a herbivorous dinosaur who dreamed of someday being a carnivore.

Burned the brush pile that collected over the summer.

I’m about to fall asleep watching the last embers smolder and listening to our wind chimes sing in the breeze.

Glorious.

AI is revolutionary.

Taco Bell rethinks AI drive-through after man orders 18,000 waters

7yo told me today he’s tired of dad jokes and he’s been tired of them for a long time.

I said “Hi Tired of Dad Jokes. I’m Dad.”

I’m trying to finish off the drinks I don’t like from a bunch of variety packs of energy drinks right now.

I’m now caffeinated enough to really focus on how gross some of these things are.

It’s almost time for second breakfast.

This is your occasional reminder than Alanis Morissette and Uncle Joey from Full House probably had an inappropriate moment in a movie theater.

I may end up writing a song about how much it bugs me, too.

I had a dream I was playing cribbage last night. This is only interesting because I don’t know anything about the game or its rules.

Also, it was played with dice and a chess board. Some light research assures me that isn’t right.

Not sure how my dreaming brain settled on that game.

Ran out of oat milk for my coffee at work. Having some luck mixing in chocolate protein shake instead.

I would just drink it black, but it’s completely vile.

Love this.

I have “You Oughta Know” by Alanis Morisette and the fact the song is about Dave Coulier stuck in my head simultaneously.

Struggling with the compulsion to pull on my stitches a week early.

Winning the struggle.

For now.

stretch

Cut my thumb on the lid to a metal can today. Three stitches.

⭐️⭐️

Finished reading: Isles of the Emberdark by Brandon Sanderson 📚

Day two of school with minimal tears. Fingers crossed day three will go as well.

I kinda think I might covertly adopt my aunt’s heeler one day.

Kids had a single day of school last week, and everyone already seems to have a cold. Missed this.

My 8yo daughter just called me “bruh”

Finished reading: The Assassin’s Blade by Sarah J. Maas 📚

Finished reading: Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson 📚

Our two elementary age kids both have teachers we feel good about this year. Whew!

Tried honey-butter squid snacks a second time to make sure they aren’t for me.

They aren’t for me.

It’s not a “pre-game” it’s “the meeting before the meeting.”

I spent an alarming amount of time in the shower this morning trying to figure out what tool I use to apply conditioner to my hair. I, much like I assume a majority of others, use my hands.

7 is super stressed that he has his first wiggly tooth, and doesn’t know what to expect from it.

I was so incredibly sick yesterday. Thankfully I woke up today feeling almost normal.

Playing catchup with my bookshelves in Epilogue today. Whee.

Currently reading: Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson 📚

Currently reading: The Assassin’s Blade by Sarah J. Maas 📚

Currently reading: The Complete Book of the New Sun by Gene Wolfe 📚

Finished reading: Dawnshard by Brandon Sanderson 📚

Finished reading: The Sunlit Man by Brandon Sanderson 📚

8, née 7 woke up sick on her birthday. Being a trooper about it.

Finished reading: Confessions of a CIA Spy by Peter Warmka 📚

Currently reading: The Bands of Mourning by Brandon Sanderson 📚

Finished reading: Wind and Truth by Brandon Sanderson 📚

I learned the correct pronunciation of the word “satiety” last week, and now I keep catching myself chanting it and giggling.

It took a couple weeks, but I finally managed to throw out the wadded napkin in my jacket pocket.

That time 6 hid a knife in a breadstick.

Sometimes you just gotta let the kids chase that happy.

6yo keeps shouting “WAR MACHINE” and giggling from his bedroom at bedtime.

I refuse to investigate because I just want him to live his truth sometimes.

There’s a tiny bit of snow coming for us this afternoon. Taking bets we close school.

Back to work tomorrow for the first time since … sometime in December. I don’t actually remember any more.