Happy Wednesday to everyone except the people who are so committed to millions of Americans not having health insurance, that they are willing to let kids go hungry.

When is a loss a win?

Ms keep winning?!?!

Go M's! Refuse to lose! (My ninth grade self is trying to claw her way all the way from 1995 to the surface.)

The Mariners are making a once-in-a-generation ALCS run. They are Seattle's Brigadoon.

Go M's--refuse to lose! (My ninth grade self is trying to claw her way out from the depths of 1995.)

*sees open air drug use or steps around human poop on the sidewalk*

"Oh, SF."

*sees coffee shop oil lamp*

"Well, there goes the fucking neighborhood."

Sometimes I'm sad about our impending move from SF but invariably I see something like an oil lamp funded by my $5 latte and feel much better about the whole situation.

It appears Strega Nona Fall is picking up traction and this is a trend I can get behind. Absolute best thing to come out of 2025.

Packed lunch for a field trip that's not until next week, biked kids to school, did video walkthrough of our disastrous house with movers, had a moving-related meltdown & existential crisis, and got a PSL* all before going to work.

✨Productivity!!!✨

*caffeine-induced anxiety guaranteed

Whoops I misplaced Bluesky for 5 months. The world changed. I'm back and on the edge of big big transition. Maybe I'll think of witty or wry things to say about it.

There is nothing like the first day of the year in San Francisco when you can bike to school in the morning in a t-shirt.

If you're going to a DIY wedding definitely offer to help clean up because that's how you get sent home with all the leftover wedding food.

4/26/25. Late night pats and scritches for my snobby doggo. Today was dresses and disappointment and surprise adventures and tantrums and dim sun and bar anxiety and biking, all mixed together.

While waiting for my drink I had to overhear the most insufferable conversation about why the Gaslamp is better than North Beach.

But they're downstairs. Where they can be seen.

This is where all the hipsters who survived the Hipster Extinction are hiding!

North Beach is where I go to get stood up.

Today is April 18th--my mom's birthday. I watch my daughter twirl in ballet class. I owe my stubborn middle boy snuggles. I carry doubt, crushing, and crumbs of hope. Try to remember that these are the good days.

4/16/25--Finished a meeting of Dead Baby Club and having a cheeky Indian dinner to transition back to normal life. With a boozy lassi. When I get home I'll snuggle L who did not want me to leave tonight. Biking in SF at night is magnificent. These are the good days.

4/15/25 today. L had a tummy ache so I took sick leave, scooped her up from kindergarten, and took her baby brother off Dada's hands at the DMV. A bagel and blueberry muffin and the distraction of the playground set her right. Sometimes you've gotta play hooky. These are the good days.

Hunger striking dog is cuddling on my lap so that's something.

Hey it's 4/14/25. This morning I yelled a little because I am not a perfect parent. But we got out the door and biked to school with happy chatter from the bucket and there were lots of hugs and kisses when the bell rang. I get to try again tomorrow with these sweet souls. These are the good days.

Today is 4/13/2025. Took the kids to Palm Sunday Mass. All the normal palm frond poking, tickling & folding ensued. L is besties with a nun 60 years her senior. Lit a candle each for me and my bestie, both ovulating. We try everything to let the universe know what we want. These are the good days.

Today is 4/12/25. Working overtime, brought the shift Russian pastries--immediate cheer. Last night I took L & B to see Who Framed Roger Rabbit at a renovated theater. When Jessica Rabbit was introduced 3 yo B immediately blurted, "I LOVE that lady." These are the good days.

4/11/2025 My dog is on a hunger strike but she ate kibble mixed with egg while I sat by her on the couch. She misses our departed guest but he's moving forward with life and recovery. L's flowers are sprouting. These are the good days.

Today is 4/10/25. Foghorns sing low over the Golden Gate Bridge and songbirds sing behind my apartment. My 6 year old got scared last night and snuggled between C and I to sleep sweet dreams. These are the good days.

Bucket naps are the best naps.

April 9, 2025. Good school drop-off morning. Cheeky mocha before work. Keeping an eye on my brand new bike. These are the good days.