Signed up for a free Pandora account a few weeks ago and it feels like coming home. Took the algorithm a few days but now it's like almost every song is unlocking intense core memories from a better time.

Good morning, I am visiting my childhood hometown for a wedding and enjoying a biscuit with gravy from the inside of an EK Weaver diner sketch. The wildfires are bad along the 1-5 right now, it's been putting the long haulers off schedule.

I geeked out when I discovered that the Fireplace at the cabin we are staying at had been deliberately set with rough hewn sandstone filled with Silurian corals. ...Then I went outside, and the whole HOUSE. Is stonework. From ancient tropical coral beds. This whole area is like that. I'm so stoked.

Last shift at the Pastry Mines before going on an Adventure Up North. With In-Laws. I have been promised a Swedish Restaurant where goats graze on the grass sod roof. We shall see.

At this point, I've accepted that I will always be three hamsters with communication barriers attempting to play the role of an employable adult, but -- why did I just spend three hours learning the difference between mixolydian and a phrygian chords?

What I wanted was to make an iced tea latte at work. What happened was a 30 minute Mr. Bean skit.