This whole week has been incredibly frustrating. I’m glad it’s almost over. Everything I’ve done has taken at least twice as much effort as it should. Including making this post.
But look at that tiny crescent moon!
These atlases don’t fit on the shelves. It infuriates me every time I walk by them.
I made work breakfasts for the week. Veggie egg scramble, with green onions, portobello mushrooms, and spinach. Now I just need to make lunches.
Thomas would like everyone to know that the deer are walking by his patio. I’m sure you could hear him yelling about it.
I know they’re weeds, but I love them.
I ordered groceries for pickup at Kroger today. Impossible burgers are now $17.49 for 6. That’s almost $3 each! I like them better than Beyond burgers, but not at that price.
As I was leaving after picking up my groceries, this happened.

Why are people? Why? Why would you leave your truck right in the middle of the road? With the door hanging open? When the guy returned, he looked annoyed that I was waiting behind him. I’m not sure what he expected me to do. There really wasn’t enough space for me to pass on either side.

So I didn’t get Impossible burgers, but I got these crackers. They are so freaking good. I often shop at Kroger instead of Aldi, just because I’m craving parmesan crackers.
I really need to pull the vines off my dining room window, but today is not the day.
Pinks are blooming in my weed garden.
Another pen for the graveyard. This one lasted 53 pages and exactly one month.
Do not touch. It bites.
There’s a screw in the concrete of my patio.
I made an accordion book out of recycled book boards and delaminated corrugated cardboard. It is very much not an archival process. I am brimful of not caring.