I find myself wishing for a rainy, blustery weekend. Perhaps in a month or two.

It’s 6:45pm, and I only have an hours-worth of focus/energy left for the day, so I’m going to gloss some vocab before going to bed at 8:30.

Rapidly approaching the point where I’ll finally be caught up on Stand Still, Stay Silent, so of course I’m already going back through old saved links to find my next webcomic to peruse slowly.

Time to rewatch Into the Spider-verse and crank through some more bibliography revisions.

On my lunch break, crying quietly over a short story about a robot librarian: www.nature.com/articles/…

What if I just check out a bunch of Mary Oliver’s poetry collections from the library?

I just need to be productive for 4 out of the next 5 hours, and then I can have a bit of downtime.

In the meantime, there’s a cat sitting on my lap and ZoĆ« Keating playing in the background, so the morning’s not all bad.


pumpkins and gourds in an exterior display at the market

I think I’m due for a rewatch of Over the Garden Wall at some point in the next month and a half. ‘Tis the season, after all.