Word came down last week that full-time WFH is over and that we are expected to be in-person in the office three days a week. I had devoped an enjoyable morning ritual and am not pleased to have to adjust to the new world of being out the door in time to catch the bus.

Seeing today’s secret word first thing this morning injected a fragment of a lyric into my brain, and I’ve been working over it all day. At now at 11:47pm while I was puttering in the kitchen I realised that it was Morrissey. “I take the cue from certain people I know…” Gah.

I have promised myself a dozen times that I will stop paying attention to the trash fire over at The Other Place. It brings me no wisdom or insight and I am opposed to drama on general priciples. But my god what a clown show.

I had planned on biking over to Echo Beach to take a photo when the sun went down and then quoting that lyric in my post. But I forgot that the sun went down an hour earlier today, so enjoy the earworm anyway. youtu.be/mL208l_Ho…

Excellent results today for Arsenal, Chelsea, ManU, Liverpool, and Tottenham. Football, bloody hell. ⚽️

I’m not exempt from the march of time, so I try to make sure to do stretching exercises after my run. It was during the stretch that I pulled a muscle.

I almost admire the way that the little monsters are able to come up with a new form of chaos to bring down upon our home every day.

We should start an emotional support group for all the other mBers whose kids are just about to get their drivers license. (Mine is dragging her heels because she does not want to drive in Toronto and honestly who can blame her.)

A feast fit for a family of three!

(The kid doesn’t particularly like tomato sauce so she gets pesto on her wedge.) 🍕

I’ve put the Other Place into timeout due to all the drama, so I figure I should be paying more attention to this place instead.

📸: Mr L being protective of the yarn he pulled off the table and that he knows he’s not supposed to play with.