There are a great many ways to get in trouble. There are also many ways to stay out of it, but they are far less interesting.
We didn’t expect 2020. We can’t predict 2021, or tomorrow. But verily I tell you: that’s OK.
Oh August, sweet little August, you are young yet, and tender. Yet as you grow, we have a request for you. On behalf of every individual of every species on every continent, subcontinent and islet: please be kind.
It has come to my attention that the verb “flex” has returned to popular parlance. This pleases me — and at least 100 cats I know — immensely.
We try to keep it real on this blog. That said, if you ever hear me utter the words “I’m keepin’ it real,” please take me gently by the hand and take me to a quiet room where you can apply duct tape to my mouth (preferably glitter duct tape).
These Difficult Times have had their own strange tenderness. Let’s not lose it when we’re back to…whatever we’re going back to.