Got no plans to beat myself up—if I do, I'll use a feather on a scale of weighing heart

My godchild said I looked amazing in this picture, so I'm sharing it. We now have matching Sir Fabulous T-shirts.



There was an extraordinary moon earlier this evening, a parchment lantern against dusk-blue. Patches of snow are still shining in the moonlight. I made fig-jam hamantashn for the first time ever and they aren't half bad. I am re-reading Tom Holt's Goatsong (1989), which I last read in 2015 when choco_frosh gave it to me. I had entirely forgotten it begins with the Plague of Athens.

Pull down your shades and that's how we make it

As of this afternoon, I have received the first of two shots of the Moderna vaccine and if I didn't get the nanites that control the Jewish space laser, I want my money back.