*Like actual salad, not euphamistic salad. Yesterday, I chopped and washed all 900 heads of lettuce I bought at Costco, and packed it into mason jars, along with peppers, cucumbers, carrots and celery that I chopped up. And then I realized that my fridge doth overfloweth and had to spend a few minutes playing “how …

Hey, everybody! The 1970s were 50 years ago. That seems really rude and also impossible. Thank you, husband, for pointing that out. GAH. Anyway, last night, my son decided to show me some animated music videos on YouTube. I liked seeing what got him excited about the art, and pointed out a few movies that …

And I do mean braved. The hubs and I put on our masks, holstered hand sanitizer like a sidearm and headed in. We came out six hundred dollars poorer, and I don’t even know what all we bought. We had a short list going in. The number one item on the list was Metamucil. Ain’t …

We’ve reached the point of stay-at-home seclusion where my Virgo son has gone full Kondo. He cleaned and reorganized his room last week, and then tore into the downstairs bathroom, carting out bags of things that he decided lacked joy. I’m pretty sure most of the joy-killer products and tools belonged to his sisters, and …

Today is Monday. Time feels impossibly long, and ridiculously short. I’ve always spent a lot of time here at the house, nose buried in my computer, so I measured the passage of time through the comings and goings of my family. Since March, we really haven’t gone anywhere, and my work isn’t tied to a …