Hello, my name is Emily

I don’t know how Danny felt in this moment, but my thought wasn’t “oh damn, I’m so old.” My thought was “oh damn, I really never can tell how old someone is, can I?”

I appreciate that they thought of me, but I was oblivious to the true nature of the bratwurst.

Mercifully, we finished the audit last Saturday, but it was a bit of a challenge. 😬

May is National Pet Month, so here's a fancy portrait of my cat, Maya. (With and without a sort of sepia coloring.)

(Saying "for the rest of your life" instead of "for the rest of my life" does imply that he plans to haunt me though.)

At the zoo with a four year old.

I got to see my Grandma earlier this month, and though she’s slowed down over the past few years, I can’t imagine that I’ll be as spry if I make it to 98.

Did the robins change slightly in color, or were their descriptions updated, or was it both?

For those of you playing along at home, sertraline is Zoloft.

Yesterday at the recycling center.

It wasn't that our boss was really confused: she just didn't realize how the thing she said might come off.

Such an excellent shape. 😸

More birds that I saw in Belize!

See, because we need to protect whimsy from the horrors, because whimsy helps us build a world in which the horrors are less powerful.

(Of course the four-year-old wants to know why the hagfish makes so much slime, and how, and these are questions that can be difficult to answer on a weeknight.)

I’m not saying that this is the best way to cope with a stressful situation, but it seems to help me. (I love knowing in any moment that I have the power to make someone laugh.)

As I mention in the alt text, it also bears noting that stressful things happen whether you think you’re prepared or not. (And worrying is not actually preparation.)