It’s the day before Thanksgiving in the US. My Turkey Day celebrations this year will consist of DH and me, no guests. The one year
Author: Blake Smith
A Soup With No Name
Oh, hey- it’s Wednesday. Time for me to inflict my mental meanderings upon you poor unsuspecting souls. Today’s topic? Cooking. Because, why not? My usual
Hibernation
Imagine, if you will, a mountain of blankets, piled high upon a bed in a darkened room, their usual riot of purple, blue, and green
Well, That Explains a Lot
I’ve got nothing. Well, not quite nothing, because this post exists. I was going to write about this extremely click-baity article, in which researchers at
Re-evaluation
Have you ever looked up one day and realized you didn’t know yourself any more? This is not the prelude to a confession that I’m
Routines
This post is earlier than you might expect, because Sarah asked me to cover for her while she’s on the road. It’s also later than
