Today my brother is 32. When I began writing here, he was 18. I am as stunned as you.
The sun is setting and the breeze is morphing into a chill. I want to bottle up the feeling of this afternoon with the fresh air hitting my skin. I felt...new.
Sunset means only a few more hours until my evening dose of University Challenge.
I've sensed a shift in my mood with the thaw. I know an April blizzard is possible. I will just enjoy what we have while we have it. Time to stop my anticipatory grief.
I need to take my bike to the repair shop soon. Biking in the Cities makes me feel like a badass. It helps that my bike is single-speed, all black.
The Minneapolis teachers are still striking. I'm proud of them.
The audiobook of Jenny Offill's Dept. of Speculation was the right choice. The narrator is giving the most. Listening to it at 1.25 speed might be heightening its absurdity. In a good way.
