Fixed a few lingering and/or latent bugs on this here microblog, including the nagging time zone abbreviation bug.

This morning’s kitchen victory: migas (Meghan’s belated birthday breakfast).

Saw a coyote hustling down the street.

Finished reading The Eighth Detective by Alex Pavesi. Several short murder mysteries linked by an explicit exploration of the form, the overarching story doesn’t play fair but nevertheless is clever and ends on a satisfying note.

Walked down to Northgate and back up past Bitter Lake: about 20k steps, 10 miles, 3¼ hours.

The bambina has consistently tested negative.

Went to the Northwest Flower and Garden Festival with Meghan: Imagine a comics and/or games convention, but for plant and garden nerds.

I got blisters on my fingers!

I’m now in the rare-for-me situation of reading two books at once: The first gets me so mad that I can’t read it at bedtime, so I had to start a second.

Tonight’s kitchen defeat: briefly grabbed a skillet fresh out of a 450°F oven.

The bambina came home early from a birthday party yesterday when her friend’s mom tested positive for covid.

Went out for dinner last night with the family, Billie, and Katie and Matt and their kid.

Finished reading Kafka on the Shore (海辺のカフカ) by Haruki Murakami. I’m not quite certain what I’ve read, and it’ll take me a bit to digest. There were parts I really loved and parts which let’s say I found problematic; I don’t know if the problematic parts are a Murakami theme or unique to this book.

Meanwhile, the bambina made onigiri and helped Meghan with gyoza and assorted veggies.

The dude and I met Greg for a Magic event at the local store last night.