But your teeth are bared and you'll never learn

I need a new toothbrush. I just found Autolycus chewing on mine.

I appreciate and support his desire for healthy teeth, but I still don't want to share a toothbrush with a cat.

Cycles of death and regeneration

Tonight my family celebrated Rosh Hashanah not only with honeycake, but with the unexpected early birthday cake my mother baked for me and my cousin Tristen, who is now almost fourteen and already over six feet tall. I had not seen him since he was ten years old and about a foot shorter. He and derspatchel bonded briefly over Christopher Durang's An Actor's Nightmare and the way that community theater spaces keep disappearing and shouldn't. I am unpacking the first six twelve boxes of my books onto the shelves I finally got onto my walls last week. Every time I clear a box, Hestia jumps into it, and then Autolycus takes the one she vacated. L'shanah tovah, all.