Reason No. 562 why we appear to have adopted the right kitten.

Made a convenience store stop during the virtual #PokemonGOFest2020. This is probably as close to a summer road trip as we’re getting this year. 😐

It was about 3:30 p.m. when I realized the 12-year-old was still in her pajamas. Please don’t call the authorities on me.

TIL: Dogs and kittens like Arby’s.

Top of the list of pet peeves about working from home: dog farts in the home office.

Honestly trying to work here.

And now, it’s time once again for Gratuitous Kitten Photos. (Not shown: the kitten landing on my face when I decided to lie down for a minute in the home office this afternoon.)

“My argument is that it doesn’t really matter whether Tom Nook is good or evil. What matters is that ‘Animal Crossing’ has created this very productive space for people to have conversations about wealth and labor.”

The new home office intern still hasn’t learned to fetch my tea or fix the printer yet.

Fourth of July fire at dusk. The fireworks going off all around the neighborhood make it feel like a war zone tonight.

The Spousal Unit, explaining why he’ll eat a grapefruit first before having a mango for breakfast: “If you eat the sweet first, you’ll never eat the sour.” There’s something surprisingly poetic and philosophical about that.

The 12-year-old just used the term “canonically” in a conversation about Animal Crossing. Strangely proud of this.

Made Spam musubi with way too much sushi rice. Got bread baking in the oven, and potatoes boiling on the stove.

It’s a good day for starches at our house.

Sigh. At least we finally got her to go outside.

Tried to spend some time on the deck while C and F went out on a forest preserve jaunt, but (1) it was too damn hot, (2) the dogs refused to join me, and (3) hip and lower back pain still persisting. Back in the home office with books, dogs, and KBO rerun streaming.

Hunkering down this weekend to make sense of the world with Dorothy Day, Thomas Merton, and the Psalms. My brain needs a little peace right now.

“Donald J. Trump has proved to be the Nosferatu of American politics: heartless, partial to Slavs, beneath grace and thus far impervious to destruction.”

Went spelunking in a neglected pantry cabinet this morning. This product won the prize for “Most Likely to Be Older Than Our 12-Year-Old Daughter.”

It’s 1:05 a.m. I drank half a Greek coffee frappe so I could stay up to get some work done. The work is more or less done for now, but I have a feeling I’ll be up a whole lot longer. #PoorPlanning

My day today. Good thing I can plug the personal laptop into the office monitors. I think I’ve finally decided where to put the recliner I’ve been wanting.

(On the right: “The Art of Letting Go,” Mina Kimes’ article on the KBO.)

“More people are more online right now than at any point in human history, and experts say the Internet has gotten only more flooded since 2016 with bad information.”

This is why I can’t hear Fleetwood Mac’s “Dreams” without thinking about burritos.

There is a Bob Ross feed on Twitch. My holiday weekend is complete.

An evening fire and a couple of s’mores with family make up for a lot.

Looks like we have three new neighbors. Had to assure Mama Robin that I wasn’t going to steal them.