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Good Riddance, 2025

Karen

2025 was ROUGH, friends. Emergency vets, bedbugs, uncertainty with work, uncertainty with a new house, no upper Millcreek Canyon, saying goodbye to Toby, plus the larger shitshow that is America now… as Doc says, “Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya,” and that’s what I say to this old year.

Screenshot of a post that says, "You couldn't pay me to do this year again."

Screenshot of a post that says, 'A look back on 2025' "No thanks, I was there"

Woodcut style illustration of pensive skeltons and galaxies on black. Text reads, "There will be a lot of posts soon from people sharing everything they achieved in 2025. But in case someone needs to hear this... it's okay if the only thing you did this year was survive it."

Moodboard

Karen

Things are going well–I have a full workload again at the job, the basement is going so fast and smooth, Toby’s doing well–but at the same time everything feels like too much (there are deadlines, strangers are in the house, Toby needs constant supervision). I want a day off, or a day as a pine cone:

Screenshot of a post that says, i just want a day off from life. maybe be a lil pine cone or something

 

Maybe I should knit or sew more. “Helps a little!”
A fake toy with packaging that reads, "I'LL JUSTBE OVER HERE DOING MY LIL HOBBY NOT SURE WHAT ELSE TO DO Helps a little!"

 

Where’s the lie?
screenshot of a post that reads, "I'm not sure you can get more marie antoinette than taking away food stamps before thanksgiving while you build a gold and marble dance hall so the other crooks can bring bribe you over a badly-cooked (argentinian) steak"

 

At least I canceled Spotify so I’m not getting served ads for ICE. “Finally, a job for a loser with a vacant stare and a raisin brain.”

 

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Thursday Things

Karen

Some stuff I’ve saved on Instagram lately, starting with exactly how I feel about marathons: Image of a bemused face looking out from the clouds, with the text, "The guy who ran the first marathon watching people reenact his death for fun."

 

Currently waiting for my car to be done with service and for a community dumpster to be delivered for basement junk and hoping they both go well:A medieval woodcut of a man toiling, surrounded by animals and stars. Text reads, "I hope this isn't another one of those days, with the circumstances and the situations"

 

Bog mood indeed:
Screenshot of a tweet overlaid on a picture of a bog. Text reads, "me: bog mood you: do you mean big mood me, submerging myself in peat: no."
Interviewing 3-week old kittens:

 

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August Moods

Karen

Doing my best to take Richard Scarry’s advice (I’ve been to the pool three times in the last six days):
A Richard Scarry illustrtaion of Huck Cat and Lowly Worm swimming in a lake. Text reads, "August. The best way to spend an August day is swimming at a lake."

 

Me at the pool all of July:
Cartoon drawing of a nervous looking figure. Caption says, "trying to have a good summer while the world falls apart"

 

Speaking of the world falling apart:
Screenshot of a tweet. Text reads, "can't believe we opted for 1984 dystopia (surveillance and denial of historical fact) and Fahrenheit 451 dystopia (erosion of literacy) instead of Brave New World dystopia (everyone gets fucked up on government-sanctioned drugs and goes to the movies all the time)"

 

Good thing I’m compartmentalizing and thinking about the basement finishing plans:
Illustration of two wizards standing in front of a tree at sunset. Text reads, "Consulting the elder on grout lore (Asking dads opinion on a bathroom remodel)"