Revelry Reverie

This is fine. Today I’m 39. I’ve been looking forward to being 39 – since three times itself is nine, and also, it just seemed like it’d be a pretty killer year. It has yet to live up to hype. I’ve been feeling very fragile lately — extra anxious, losing patience really quickly with the…

We don’t have to sit on top of each other while we screentime. But we sure do.

Every wall in our house has some drawing on it, either a marker dragged in a chubby fist as a certain small boy has walked up and down corridors and stair cases, or crayon more deliberately applied, or some combination of the two. This is something that doesn’t bother me. We have gorgeous wallpaper in…

This worldwide pandemic is scary and weird, but we are privileged enough that we are doing ok. We are lucky because we both can continue to work from home (indeed, I always have, and I can give Bob some Slack pointers), our kids are smart and resourceful, and we are all healthy. We are around…

Stark’s “the outside is overwhelming!” face is all of our resting corona face by now.

I stared into the abyss and the abyss stared back.

Today our top pupil graduated in a small intimate ceremony. His achievements include advanced wayfinding, complex geometry, and mousing. While we at the academy are all very proud, I do worry that our standards have fallen shockingly low.