Cats confound me
Recently, while traveling with my family, I tried to draw a cat and was dismayed to find that I could not. My attempts to draw them from imagination produced these uncanny horrors:
I owe my journal days of feed
If I think about journaling as feeding my journal it's kind of funny. But then it's also kind of sad because it makes me a neglectful parent for the past couple of days.
Today I made myself bulgogi chicken and bean sprout salad for the first time
I've been cooking a lot more lately. My fridge, for once, is fully stocked with ingredients. There's still a few "snack" item
The role of single people
Something I've been thinking about is how there aren't many established roles for single people in society. And I think this has been true throughout time and history. Once you end a marriage/become widowed it's like your role in a community vanishes.
