Had our fifth RPG session last night: I think we really hit our stride, or at least I did. Good game.

The grocery store felt almost like a ghost town — great parking, no lines. I should do all my grocery shopping on the day after Thanksgiving.

The dude is recovering from his PCR-test-says-not-covid illness; the bambina is coming down with it; Meghan and I are fine so far. What are we going to do for Thanksgiving?

Finished what seem to be the last migrations, updates, and bug fixes to my commonplace book.

Cliche alert: Currently listening to basically any album whose cover uses News Gothic, Franklin Gothic, and/or Clarendon.

Still feeling fine about deleting my Twitter accounts.

Had our new microwave installed, replacing the old one (older than the dude!) which the handle had broken off of.

Finished reading Blitz by Daniel O’Malley. I didn’t think I was in the mood for the occasional bits of zaniness, but I think they lightened the story enough to keep it from collapsing in self-seriousness. Slow to start but quick to finish.

Meghan and I watched Knives Out last night and thoroughly enjoyed it — kind of like an Agatha Christie story filmed by an alternate-universe Wes Anderson.

Meghan and I left the kids at home and spent a couple days up on Whidbey Island, to celebrate our 20th anniversary (!). (Billie came to our house on the second day to hang out with the kids.) We had a great time.

Current earworm: a medley of songs from Dig Me Out by Sleater-Kinney, I suppose mostly the title track.

Hm: Somebody has tried to reset the password of my main Twitter account. (It’s not fully deleted until a month has passed, I guess in case I have second thoughts.)

As I described dinner plans for the next few days, the dude described it as “a comfort food speedrun”.

As I was walking home from the bus stop, power went out across the neighborhood.

Had dinner and drinks with Steve and Jonathan; Steve is moving out of town next week.