In like a lion.

So much for a less doozy-filled 2026. 

I have had to write and re-write this post several times over the last week, because the lion just keeps roaring.

I think that for now, I will just provide a link to this song and wish you all a happy Sunday.

An ode to the Trio.

Every December, our book club gets together to recommend the next year of books. We each bring 1-2 and do a mini "book report," and then get a certain number of playing cards to put on the books we'd most like to read.

January usually gets the short straw because we meet on the first Wednesday, and tend to pick the quickest read as the first book. This year was no different - the group chose Mornings Without Mii by Mayumi Inaba. I am usually all about Japanese books about cats, but I absolutely cannot recommend this book. I disliked it so much that I don't even want to talk about it on Wednesday. 

But I will go, and I will talk about it, and to get my mind off it between now and then I present three tributes to our furballs. 

BABs (bad-ass bernie):

you barrel through the cat door

like cosmo kramer

hank, or hank the tank:

timid but affectionate,

solid as a rock

old man sir simon:

slowing down as the years pass

still such a presence

New year, who dis?

(I cannot tell a lie - I stole that title from Carson Ellis's substack published one year ago yesterday. It still makes me laugh.)

Last year was a doozy and I'm still working on regaining focus, patience, and hope. To help with this process, I've decided to work on creative endeavors, one of which is this long-neglected blog. I'm not sure I will have marvelously interesting things to say most of the time... but that's never stopped me before. 

I've also decided to revive ye olde quarterly goals. So! First quarter 2026, here we go:

• Publish something here 3 times/week.
• Finish every book club book.
• Do something with the backlog of tomatoes in our freezer.
• Anything on The List. (Remember The List?)

Wishing you a less doozy-filled 2026!