In which I announce the fact that I’m going to be on the radio tomorrow and talk about how awful the weather is today, which may or may not also happen tomorrow on the radio.
In which Emma posts a lot of cat photos, even for Emma.
I’ve struggled with whether or not to post a weekly photograph post this week, just because it’s been a week of so, so very many griefs, personal and national, private and public. It’s been a week of far, far too many people, too many good and talented and hopeful people, gone. Just suddenly gone. And …
In which Emma gets all festive and glittery.
In which Emma combines Instagram, poetry, and general misanthropy in an attempt to make the most obnoxious blog entry ever.
In which Emma is tired and skips the intro.
In which Emma talks about her poor taste in candies.
In which I describe the intensity of the most intense week I’ve ever had EVER (NOTE: actual intensity of said most intense week is not guaranteed).
In which Emma realizes that the world just looks better through Instagram.
In which Emma announces her intentions to (finally) (maybe) actually get organized and then posts a bunch of pictures of her cats sleeping and looking at things with scorn.