I’m just realizing that there’s insufficient margin in my day to account for clearing snow; the time for this will have to come from something else that’s important.

Power outage has me wondering if we’ll ever learn the truth about Trump’s pee tape.

This is simultaneously amazing and horrifying:

The lights have been on at a Massachusetts school for over a year because no one can turn them off

For nearly a year and a half, a Massachusetts high school has been lit up around the clock because the district can’t turn off the roughly 7,000 lights in the sprawling building.

Revisited Bowie’s album Blackstar on my walk this morning, after catching the AVClub’s ranking of his albums. What a wonderful parting gift he left us.

I hit my daily Move goal for the 2,500th time!

Finished reading: Adrift by Scott Galloway 📚

Trying to find some peace in the Michigan-TCU game.

I’m solidly in the “Crushing Commitments” range:

The incoming amount of things are beyond my ability to triage them. Change is constant. Just saying “No” to inbound things is not enough. Stuff is falling on the floor, and I’m not noticing. Work hours spill into life hours. Tired.

A new Maked-Up Stories episode is major cause for celebration around here!

We’ll miss you, Socks!