Which Means I’m Running Out Of Time

Letting go of things isn’t my strong suit, and given how bad I am at it now, sometimes it frightens me how much better I am at it these days than in years past. My current goal is to actually be decent at letting things go before my son hits his official teenager years.

So Far That’s Been Once

I don’t want to take the day off, but in the spirit of “putting my money where my mouth is” after last Friday’s post, today I plan to be putting my body where my hammock is at every opportunity.

I Couldn’t Help But Think, “We’ve All Been There, Man.”

This morning I watched a hungry lizard on one side of a mesh stalking a bug that was on the other side of said mesh. This was driving the lizard insane because he could see his goal, it was right there, but he couldn’t understand that unless he changed his approach, what he wanted was always going to be impossibly out of reach.

And, No, I Didn’t Do This Myself, But Apparently It’s A Remarkably Common Accident

Pro-tip of the day: While technically it accomplishes the goal of “not splashing the boiling water” when you place your fingers in the water along with the hot dogs . . .

You know what, I don’t think I need to finish this. You get the idea, right?