I’m getting back to reading physical books and dog-earing, underlining, and taking notes in the margins. Hand cramping has become a strong signal for the quality of a book.

An update: My latte art still needs some work.

If you give a mouse a cookie, he’ll ask for a glass of milk. 🥛

If you give a car mechanic a tire replacement, he’ll ask for a rear pad/rotor/caliper replacement and a front caliper clean and lube. 🙃

Attempt #1 at latte art 😅 My wife helped with this one lol. Latte art is the newest micro-skill I’m determined to learn!

We love our local winery. Not pictured: the goats who love eating weeds out of my daughter’s hand ❤️🐐

I love my wife.

I walked up the stairs and turned the corner to see her slathering cream cheese on a piece of sourdough.

She looked me in the eyes, wide-eyed, and said “I’ve been caught breadhanded!”

Then proceeded to laugh maniacally like an evil villain.

Imagine having a binder full of all the terms of service you have agreed to and are currently subject to. How thick is it? How much have you read? Any? I’d wager most people’s binders are at least floor to ceiling. Sounds stressful but… who cares? Mostly no one. I never think about terms of service. Until this random Sunday morning. Strange.

So far, I think I’m most proud to have passed on a love of pocket journals to my daughter ❤️ She loves scribbling on the pages and showing off what she drew.

After taking this picture, she disassembled the pen she was using, pulled out the refill, blew on it, and squealed “Blow bubbles!”. She has now been dipping the pen refill in and out of the pen body and blowing on it for the past few minutes pretending to blow bubbles. She is such a sweet soul. My heart is full.

I have much more important tasks to do, but it was nice to just sit on the couch for hours this morning with a coffee and put tabs on my Bible. It felt really good to accomplish something I want to do. The “have to dos” will have to wait.

My toddler was walking down the stairs on her own and yelled “big girl”! Then she saw me walking down next to her, pointed at me, and said “Dada big girl”! Takes one to know one. I’m honored.