my eternal thanks to whoever first made sticky toffee cheddar

Turns out that going offline and making things with my hands is good for my brain? Idk, this feels like a trick. It's working though. Today I'm playing with resin and dried flowers.

Me, having consumed nothing but a full pot of coffee: wow, the tremors are really bad today.

In trying to clear my parents' drive today (dad can't due to heart issues), I backed their new car into the side of the garage door. Happy Monday 😭

Libra: You will finally get everything you deserve this year, which is great news for your enemies.

My siblings are leaving me to face extended family Christmas alone tomorrow. Who am I supposed to make eye contact with when someone says something unhinged?

Tarts achieved.

Today's a good day for me to just get offline and do something with my hands, I think. I'll go make jam tarts.

Hi, I'm idiopathic anaphylaxis 🤷🏼‍♀️

Uhhhhhhhh No thank you

I get to start a new journal AND a new planner today?! O frabjous day!

Quote with a GIF that depicts the energy you’re going into 2026 with.

Underwood: look, i know that the AI stole your writing but Barker: strong start Barker: can't wait to see where you take this Underwood: but, you know, it's really mean to point that out Barker: Barker: ahhaha

Left the house intending to pick up groceries but the car was frozen shut. That's all the permission I need to stay home and continue to survive on tea, cheese and leftover ham.

You want me to look back on 2025? The thing that doomed Orpheus? The thing that turned Lot’s wife to salt?

The last few days did not move the main story forward AT ALL. It's just a guy eating little treats and doing nothing. And so many plot holes. He says, "no more little treats," and then he's eating another little treat in literally the next scene.

We've reached the time of the holidays where I'm reminded I don't know how to just.. chill out

Happy(?) to confirm that assembling and setting things up with/for my dad remains an utter torment.

It's a highlight of the holidays whenever I can make it to The Nutcracker. I would like my own giant Faberge egg one day. I'd turn it into a book nook.

At least it's pretty, even if it's going to take me hours to shovel the driveway and the wall of snow left at the bottom of it courtesy of the snowplow

Fuck it I'm going to the cheese shop. RIP to my paycheque.

The #1 movie when you were 10 years old is how your 2026 is going to go. (I don't know if this is good or bad honestly)

He ys ridinge a horse He ys emerald and svelte He will get reallye weirde If you lie about beltes The Green Knighte Ys Cominge To Toun

I have finally, FINALLY, received my 1st "pick it back up in the new year" email from a client. Thank the gods. It has begun. I'm so tired.

If nothing else this weekend gets done, I have at least picked up groceries and put up the Christmas lights.

Did I need a crochet granny-square balaclava? No. But do I own one now? Yes.

I went to my third Christmas market of the year today and God, it was SO nice to not see any obviously AI generated shit on coasters or whatever this time.

Your daily fortune: If the universe is infinite, then there's a lot of room for your nonsense.

I... am not actually shocked that it's Bristol tbh

"My buddy Steve, who doesn't wash his ass and calls women 'females,' whose last steady job was cleaning the 7-Eleven hot dog machine and he got fired, can't get laid. Here's 4,000 words about why that's the fault of Susan, a constitutional lawyer/supermodel who rescues puppies in her spare time."

The juncos are back in the yard, so I guess winter has truly arrived. I should pick up some birdseed.

Another bluesky bookbuy. The Heart of Winter by Shona Kinsella. I had my eye on it for a while. The cover stood out, so did the setting. I loved it. It probably came across my radar by way of @runalongwomble.bsky.social along with The Daughters of Nicnevin, which I also got but have not read. (35/?)

PSAs too.

I've been driving myself crazy the last 48 hrs because I can't figure out whether a half remembered book series actually exists, or if it was actually a dream. I wish I'd kept spreadsheets in my teens.

'Tis the season. youtu.be/Oruezg0Tf90?...

please god no

Every year for Christmas I make my mum a calendar with my photos from throughout the year. She loves them, but the process is really good for me too. When the days get short and dark I lie to myself that I haven't gone anywhere beautiful all year. It's a reminder that yes, I goddamn did.

My favourite year for oppressed literary masculinity was 2023 when the number of women on the Booker shortlist was smaller than the number of men named Paul

Woke up thinking it was Saturday. Hopefully that will be the only big disappointment of the day but we'll see. I still have a work day to get through, after all.

I am once again thinking about moving to Ottawa. Moving has been on hold for, well, a lot of reasons. But I think I need to just do it and get out of limbo.

Jealous of everyone seeing northern lights while I am just getting more snow

If ever someone was to set a trap for me, this would lure me in. Arthurian + WWII + librarian = perfect Alanna-bait. (The Witch Below the Dreaming Wood by H.G. Parry)

Told myself I wouldn't buy any more wall art until I have my own walls to hang art on, but here I am, once again, with a new painting I have no space for.

This is some bullshit. I'm going back to bed.

I've stress eaten a family size bag of dill pickle chips and it's only the 6th inning. God help my stomach.

My 80-something year old neighbour is out walking her dogs in an Eeyore onesie. I love Halloween.

I am somewhat seriously contemplating turning the cold cellar into a private smash room. I could start with the old mismatched dishes from my student housing days. I bet they'd break on the concrete floor.

Look who's back

The Dodgers told me Yesavage keeps striking out their batters so I asked how many batters they have and they said they just go to the dugout and get a new batter afterwards so I said it sounds like they're just feeding batters to Yesavage and then Jason Bateman started crying.

I know a lot of people talk about "Ken Griffey's swing", "John Olerud's swing" but for my money there is nothing more beautiful than Alejandro Kirk: - 5'7 and built like a Welsh corgi - basically drops halfway into a splits on each swing - each swing is a Street Fighter "Shooooryuken" uppercut