Today: Coaching a ragtag band of seven year-olds in our first soccer game. Don’t tell them that I don’t have any idea what I’m doing, okay?

Photo of the Disney castle, taken with space age ride in the foreground.

Back to work today after a long weekend and trip to Disneyland. Can’t say I’ve been missing it.

Just went to scratch my temple. I somehow dislodged my glasses, which then sprung entirely off my face and stabbed me hard in the eye with one stem. WTF, Friday?

Blue almost empty coffee mug and an AirPods case on a wooden table.

Coffee and my air buddies keeping me company this fine Friday.

Plate of eggs, avocado and potatoes on a sunny steel restaurant counter.

And STOP. Hash bowl time.

Black dog drinking from the hose nozzle over a planter.

Gunnison helps me water the strawberries.

Attn, friends: I am taking today off and have moved my Work Email app to a folder labeled “beware of the leopard” on the last page of my home screen. ☕️

👍 Liked: 5 Things I Wish You Knew About My Son's Food Allergies

My son has a whole set of food allergies and this list really resonates: things that are hard to communicate but which frame so much of his life.

My son has a whole set of food allergies, and this list of fears, concerns, and gratitudes really resonates. It’s hard.

Empty orange coffee cup next to an orange-covered notebook and Lamy pen.

I appear to have unconsciously begun to unify notebook colors with coffee cup colors.

View of Mt Sopris from Carbondale CO: high peak beyond a green meadow.

Back from a whirlwind weekend. Miss you again already, Colorado.

Got my first pair of glasses for Mature Eyes today. Hi, progressive lens. I guess this is okay, but I’m having trouble taking as a win that my feet are now blurry unless I crane my neck like a hunching bear.

This whole coffee shop got brighter thanks to the guy who was buoyantly cheerful that they have A&W in stock in the cooler again. You do you, root beer guy.

Gently trolling my son by getting the lyrics to the Adventure Time theme song wrong is my best dad life this morning.

This evening’s lost thirty minutes banging my head against a shell? Forgetting to sort before uniq.

My jam right now is basically Frank Turner’s “Make America Great Again” on a continuous loop.

Black dog rolled in her back on a rug, with ears all floppy.

This morning’s dog mood: whatever this is.

Photo of an old pair of La Sportiva climbing shoes, faded blue with yellow laces.

These shoes went on a lot of adventures with me for a lot of years. I recently pulled them out of a box in the garage to take to the rock gym with my son and found that, wow, they do not fit any more! If my kiddo decides to keep climbing, it’s going to be time for a new pair.

Espresso in a clear cup on a countertop.

Well, good afternoon, Afternoon Espresso!

Photo of an All Black LAMY Safari on an open dotted notebook.

Okay, Pen Friends, I have a second pen now.

Happy to wake up pleasantly sore after a challenging and hard workout yesterday. I’m still somewhat haunted by several shoulder injuries over the years, and wow it feels good to get stronger and feel confident again.

Good job, autocorrect, turning “I think” into “I have kink.” Really paying dividends from machine learning now!

Photo of a black dog running inside during a snowstorm.

Today’s dog mood: nope-ing right out of this May snowstorm.

Top down photo of a cappuccino in an orange cup, with a light heart poured in the center.

Today’s coffee mood: a little love.

I see my arch conservative neighbor is featured in the paper as opposing the teacher walkout. Well of course he does; he’s the arch conservative neighbor, but the article doesn’t mention that, instead only empathizing with his frustration that “it’s political.”