There’s a lot to be said for learning the hard way. I am deeply impatient with myself. I was attempting to restring a guitar I was gifted with many years ago—because I want to really dig in and learn. I broke the first new string in my eagerness. So now I wait for replacements to arrive.

I learned of my genetic ties to a part of the UK where only as recently as this year did we learn was the strongest evidence in Europe of matrilineal society.

I think I may finally understand what the erasure actually is, how deep it goes, and what we have been pretending it was about.

Savor. Savor the good things. Seek them.

I was going to write a long post, but the gist is that I’m no longer waiting for the Journal app to appear on my iPad or Mac. Notes is the way. I’m already there.

That feeling when I have to reset the password I just reset because somehow it didn’t stick or what I thought I typed and confirmed isn’t what I typed and confirmed.

Sommer brought home coffee infused with lavender. I was not prepared for how much I would enjoy it.

When your first few hours of PTO include communication with co-workers to coordinate support, and a vendor who means well but didn’t quite email the correct folks.

But I am sitting in my home office sipping coffee with my wife. So I have that going for me, which is nice. Which is nice.

Not a moment too soon, I’ve got my recurring meetings re-established at work for the coming year and have made a mirror in my personal calendar. I’m not adept at organization or systems but I’m not letting that stop me.

Sometimes, when an alternative is needed, it appears:

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