Well, let’s get caught up. Summer happened, though it’s kind of a blur. We got our stove replaced in May (*air horn*) and I got called for jury duty at the beginning of June, so let’s talk about that.

It’s been two months now and our oven is still not fixed! And then this week my beloved toaster oven died (possibly of overuse) and all I could do to feel better was write a disappointed review on Amazon about it. Now Jackson is sick in bed with possibly-Covid, and this morning I drew the three of swords. Three swords in my heart, and two of them are oven-shaped.

The more the world opens up in a pre-post-Covid way, the more I want to stay in bed. I’m a year deep into this routine of working from home, and while I understand how abnormal it is to only see people through electronic devices, I am also fine with it continuing. I am also also, possibly, actively dreading its end.