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The Day Afterℒ️

Sure.

“Let us accept it,” Marcus Aurelius wrote to himself in his own journal some two thousand years ago, “as we accept what the doctor prescribes. It may not always be pleasant, but we embrace it β€” because we want to get well.”

Happy Thanksgiving to my American peeps! πŸ¦ƒ

Me? I’m starting the drinking early (Hello, family!).

leading

Well crap. Missed yesterday.

(β•―Β°β–‘Β°)β•―οΈ΅ ┻━┻

Step… step… step…

Harvested the basil 🌱

Pieces of the MB community just about everywhere. Makes me smile every time. /cc @burk

Hanging with fam, talking about the upcoming holidays.

First lemon of the season coming in. I am delighted how much this tree thrived when finally watered sufficiently. πŸ‹

Yeaaaaaaaah, hello, rain. Thanks for the reminder I need to add gutters to my desert house. β›ˆβ›ˆ

First wikipedia edit from space en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spec… cool cool 🌟🌟🌟

Decided I needed more sun, moved my chair to the front walkway. I can sit for 20 minutes at a time, so looking up at the view frequently as I stand and move around.

Serious question, what does one do with a gallon of freshly squeezed lime juice?

The local coffee shop changed tea cups to a clear mug. I suspect the previous cups were too fragile for commercial use, and while lovely, broke frequently.

Unsure how often a craving is so easily satisfied.

I am grateful for my parents.

Dear Fellow Developer,

The proper response is NEVER, “It works for me.”

The proper response is, “It works for me, so show me what you see so that I can understand why it isn’t working for you, too.”

You can add “huh” in there, if you’d like.

Love, Kitt.

First orange of the season!

Am determined to heal.

I giggled when I saw this at the store, and picked one up.

A woman next to me was really puzzled, and went to investigate when I stepped away.

New hobby: calling out accounts on twitter that mis-@ my account.

Today, I’m alternately an AI company and Norwegian.

Unrelated: the pickled onions turned out spicy.

The Asian pears are starting to fall from the tree in the far back of the property. I suspect they have been falling for a while, and the sheep have been eating them.

They look like lemons and taste like apples, very little of the grit that I normally associate with pears.

Mom’s place has pomegranates. I loved them, so planted one when I lived in California. Loved them there, too. Am delighted that the neighbor’s pomegranate tree hangs into my yard.