Blank screens waiting for me to type sometimes make me anxious. It’s like there’s a quiet pressure to fill the space, even when I’m not
read moreMy UPS (uninterruptible power supply) shut off, so I turned it back on. When I went to power up my computer, I realized one of
read moreI was a bit busy yesterday and didn’t get a chance to write. When I finally had some time, I didn’t have internet and didn’t
read moreTommy and I spent last weekend deep in study mode, and I can feel it a bit in my brain, like it’s been steadily filled
read moreMy oldest has already put in her birthday request for next month: a strawberry-banana cake. Not just any cake, either. The kind with layers, effort,
read moreI’m home today, back on Everest duty. She’s reached that bold new phase where “outside” apparently means “freedom sprint,” so now I have to go
read moreI’m sitting in a coffee shop in the city, tucked into a small table by the window. It’s a good spot, I like the sun
read moreBlank screens have a way of staring back at you. Even when there’s plenty to say, that blinking cursor feels like it’s tapping its foot,
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