It’s been a big week.
I climbed a mountain.
I finally cracked the candy canes code. (They’ll get prettier, just you wait.)
I read this article in the bathtub, and it blew my mind.
I went to the zillionth meeting for, and did another zillion hours of research on, Park Point.
I thought a lot about the devastation friends of mine are witnessing first hand downstate in the areas hard hit by the Hurricane. I don’t have time to give to help the recovery effort right now, but I’d like to donate a little. I can’t decide where to. Not the Red Cross—I’ve heard some crap about them, their inefficiencies, their top-down style that isn’t always the best for this kind of thing. I’d like to donate to a more grassroots effort. I was thinking about helping to fund the Cinnamon Snail’s amazing efforts feeding good vegan food to rescue workers and displaced residents. If you have any ideas, let me know.
Back to trivialities.
I wore my white jeans and new coat again.
And we got and made and got more and made more Thanksgiving orders, as well as a big giant holiday order (from a celebrityyyyyyyyyyyyy [more on that later] ooh la la). Already.
I learned that if you keep holding down on a letter an option will pop up to make an accent over that letter, which has been very helpful in my Beyoncé-typing life.
Speaking of Bey, I was trying to pep myself up at work by doing the Single Ladies dance, and Maresa drove up and saw me in the act.
BIGGEST FEAR = REALIZED.
Noodle’s ear turned inside out, as it sometimes does, and J actually managed to get a photo of it. (When this happens, dear internet, should I gently turn it right-side out? I never know.)
Cleo continued to be the most beautiful cat of all time.
And that was that.