Could be raining
Big week. Huge week.
Not to be a bringdown, but that's our pet lizard's grave.
As previously mentioned, sweet Bando passed away a few days ago, and it's been a helluva thing.
But, first, please permit a quick sidebar on the week we've been having over here.
- Madeline is on her fourth week of a vicious flu;
- Billy passed his driving test and is now piloting an unsustainable death machine through a pitiless urban landscape;
- Billy did Model UN, successfully leading Colombia to peace through complex diplomatic maneuvers;
- Billy and Mad toured UC Santa Cruz (mom's alma mater) and things went great (go, Slugs);
- Billy got smacked with a random cold on Thursday morning;
- Bando died on Friday morning;
- Billy's treadmill caught fire Sunday;
- On Sunday afternoon, I dug a lizard's grave in the rain.
So, like the man says.
Point is, I hadn't expected to conclude my week wielding a fire extinguisher and googling whether small pet coffins are a thing.
But, you don't get to choose your traumas, guys.
This is called a header.
It indicates that important blog things are happening.
Go easy on me.
Listen, relax. I'm not planning to post like crazy on this thing. Although, candidly, I don't actually have a plan of any sort for this thing, so I'm in no position to be offering assurances.
Main thing is, I'm doing the thing, and the thing is fun, and it feels jubilant for me to have a place to put stuff. Thank you.
Thanks also for stopping by. If there's something you'd specifically enjoy seeing here, please do say so on the global internet [🦋 | 🐘].
Just…please be nice. I recently buried my lizard in the rain, and I'm feeling a little vulnerable.
A lagniappe.
