noasi on a smaller scale

“Oh, people, what were you thinking?

I’ve seen this movie, it doesn’t end well.”

Tilly wishes you a Happy New Year! 🥳

Finally, branding that I don’t mind, given how toasty my toes are.

My threatening-to-become-annual Internet recycling request: if you have too many Field Notes 2020 calendars and are about to toss the extras, could I send you a SASE and take one off your hands?

“If I eat them and don’t die, will you eat some, too?”

Found some mushrooms in the back yard a couple days ago. Spores confirm they are honey mushrooms, so Andy is giving them a try.

I will wait until tomorrow before I try them.

Success! Seeing a sunrise has been on my todo list all year! Managed to see one this morning. Yay for late sunrises!

Untitled Duck Game.

Current status: giggling at the Tilly Girl

Hello, Winter.

TFW you realize that grout repair you intended to do in the bathroom is actually “regrout the entire shower.”


Today’s challenge: say nothing about yourself in conversations with family, friends, and coworkers. See how long until someone notices.

I’m not thrilled to be able to say, “See? I told you they were doing this!” at Christmas dinner this year.

Dear fellow traveller,

I didn’t choose not to be an asshole so that you could be an asshole. Be kind to the next traveller and move your shit off the seat like I did.

Love, Kitt.

“Nothing good ever needs to be talked about in a back room.”

I love the light through @snookca’s whiskey glass.

Cacao y chai latte, not a fan, worth trying.

Democracy in Chains by Nancy Maclean is a fascinating read, telling us how we arrived here today in politics. Consider 40-some years ago, a bunch of FRAs decided to kill democracy, played the long game, and are winning. Strongly recommended, even though difficult. 📚

We’re going down… down… down…

The companion photo to yesterday’s up.

Things are looking up!

I appreciate the packaging on this protein powder packet: opening it creates a pouring spout.

At some point, Zillow, you’re going to have to accept that that house is not actually going into foreclosure. I’d argue you could figure it out in fewer than 10 years.

Good times, good times.

Feet in the Mediterranean Sea.

Was cold.

Today’s London Fog!


“Walk the land” is a task, chore, opportunity every farmer has on the work list, and one I am not quite in tune with yet.

As a result, I missed some very clear signs telling me the sheep needed more food. 🐑

I hope the tree survives. 🍊