Report for all the things I did this week, which look like a lot more than they felt like while I was doing them.

The latest in backyard happenings.

I went to a parade. I have thoughts.

'll waste more time grumbling about these movies than I spent watching them. Totally doesn't make sense when you think

some weeks, the only way to keep myself together is to go dig some holes in the ground.

a week away, a week home and i'm clawing my way back into a routine that includes writing updates. You know, like this.

A rantlet about the reality that not feeling like an imposter doesn't mean feeling good about myself. Sometimes feeling legit sucks too.

If you're in the NW suburbs, say Arlington Heights, you're smelling smoke too, I'd love to know it's not just me & a couple of my neighbors getting smoked out.