Coffee and Switch time to start my weekend.
Sunrise, on my way very early this morning.
Monsoon season! With a beer on the porch. This feels pretty okay.
I have lately been really loving this espresso roast from Spotted Cow Coffee in Seattle – sent to me as a gift. It makes a great espresso, and the cappuccino I make with it tastes like candied blueberries. So great and delicious.
Breakfast! Tamales at the Sunday community market.
My wife got me a turntable for a Father’s Day present. I’ve accrued a small set of albums in the last few years but haven’t actually had a turntable since playing on my dad’s when I was a kid. I am utterly and inexplicably cheered by playing records again.
Working on a new measure of summer weekend quality: ratio of sunscreen applications to showers. This weekend is about a 2.0, which seems solid, but the metric needs further validation before we put it into prod.
Felt like an espresso tonic this afternoon but I didn’t have tonic, so I made it with ginger beer. Friends, I may never go back.
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?
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?
Coffee and my air buddies keeping me company this fine Friday.
And STOP. Hash bowl time.
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. ☕️
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.
I appear to have unconsciously begun to unify notebook colors with coffee cup colors.
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
My jam right now is basically Frank Turner’s “Make America Great Again” on a continuous loop. https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/make-america-great-again/1339759613?i=1339759622
This morning’s dog mood: whatever this is.