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.
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Christmas Memes
Thursday Things
How’s everyone doing in this first week of December?
(This is us after the year from hell.)
(from Fab Feminist Art)
Vibe Check
How’s everyone doing?
(From artist Lily Cronin)
Trying to stay positive and make it to the end of the year after the absolute beating we’ve gotten in 2025:
Moodboard
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:
Maybe I should knit or sew more. “Helps a little!”

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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Three Good Reels
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Thursday Mood
Thursday Things
Some stuff I’ve saved on Instagram lately, starting with exactly how I feel about marathons: 
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:
Bog mood indeed:

Interviewing 3-week old kittens:
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