I feel like I am in an indie movie that could be shot in interesting ways but whose content is neither interesting nor inspiring. But maybe at a specific point something witty or insightful happens. And then back to stylized drudgery.

Tonight was one of those nights I spend time cleaning things that don't get a lot of attention and also seem to get dirtier as you clean them. (Primarily under radiators.) It is all an uphill battle, but something catches my eye, and then my cat thinks it's a game, which is cute in its own way.

The sequencing of albums I chose for this evening works so well.

Planning content for The Nation must be frustrating. There are afffairs subject to so much change that committing commentary to print must be a tough call. And The New Yorker often has outdated content given the pace of sweeping change these days.

The way I polish my floors is annoying because then my stocking feet slip on them and I look quite silly or perhaps insubordinate. My cat thinks I'm absurd.

"Unrepentant Geraldines" is a strong Tori Amos album I overlooked for a long time.

Though I am uninterested in the film to which it relates, Lady Gaga's "Harlequin" album is great and the work of hers I play most often these days.

Being mostly off social media means I missed Mink Stole doing a show in Rochester last night. I am a bit bummed.

Important touchpoint between the office and my 6 p.m. yoga class.

Leo is sitting on my console table and cuddling with Barbra Streisand. No notes.

Michelle Obama endorsing watching "Real Housewives" does something to assuage my lingering guilt about indulging such absurdity.

A prominent Bluesky elder already hosts Jeopardy

Rearranged my sun room.

Friday vibes.

Whenever I hear "Pumped Up Kicks" I remember dancing to a remix of it at a gay club in 2012 and thinking, "This isn't appropriate." And now I think more about how the vast majority of my department at work wasn't mid-20s in 2012.

Leo helps me pick out an album.

As ambivalent as I am about continuing "The White Lotus," I'm all in for another season when you add Sandra Bernard.

WFH

My cat's name pairs better with my surname than mine* does. *In this case we have two options: the first name by which I went from birth until spring 2004, and the middle name by which I have gone since.

A day in office followed by an evening at home with good company.

Larry Summers complaining to Epstein that his kids admire Bernie Sanders too much

Four days in a row of form-focused yoga was fabulous. Today I needed a break, and that's reasonable! The Sunday Scaries, after three work days away (which became a staycation thanks to northeastern air travel delays) have set in a bit early. So, a Beach House album, some vinho verde, and cat time.

Nevermind the jobs you had. Tell me five classes you took in college. 1. Principles of International Relations 2. Philosophy of Nonviolence 3. Philosophy of Perception 4. Art History 5. Contemporary Political Ideologies

If only I were my age and nearly exactly as I am but in 1996 instead.

Leo is a wonderful co-host. This cat does nothing poorly.

RIP Catherine O’Hara

While I Wordle.

Obviously Leo is deeply unhappy with having chosen me yesterday.

My vet suggested we cut a year off Leo's estimated age!

Snow panther.

Leo is estimated to be four years and three months old, and is enjoying brushing his mass alongside door frames and furniture, periodically stopping to play a bit. A sweet domestic mediumhair! It is handy I have an excellent vacuum.

About to meet some cats.

Unpacking for a canceled trip done. Gin restocked at home for a martini to go with the Chinese en route. Both theatre tickets sold on Theatr. Airline refund request in progress and hotel canceled before the cutoff. A 54 Below show can't be transferred via Theatr but I'm fine eating that cost.

Things go so quickly on the Theatr app.

NYC canceled. Thanks, LGA!

I'm checked in for an early evening flight to LGA tomorrow, hopeful it doesn't get canceled tonight or tomorrow. I have a to-do list of things to cancel and tickets to try to sell if I can't get out. Fingers crossed.

At least we don’t have to hear Charlie Kirk’s take on this

If you aren't at all troubled by the state of things, you have no excuse.

We have to continue to speak OUT about what’s wrong.

Billy Joel needs to update "We Didn't Start the Fire." But it won't be the straight version of camp that time around.

Sunlight reflecting the snow and wet surfaces today made my eyes hurt midday today. How fun.

ICE is fucking terrible. I don't mean the storm.

Why the fuck did a grown adult text me "hey"? Just tell me why you're messaging me in your message.

Today I learned "Severance" is filmed mostly in Holmdel, NJ, with which I'm familiar from my childhood. (Not because I ever visited Bell Labs, though!)

Decided to have petrified wood in my pocket for calming while at work. Yes, my Asheville shows here.

Trump has destroyed the economy and unleashed a wave of terror on the streets of American cities. But the New Yorker still puts a diaeresis over the second "e" in "reëlect". I have never felt more politically homeless.