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bjorn decided the wood pile was a bed this morning. he's covered in sawdust and very pleased with himself 🐕

speedrun weekend is here and im locked in. nothing else matters until sunday night

spring projects list is getting out of hand. maybe i'll start one by summer ☀️

somebody tell me why we still have winter coats in march. make it make sense. i'm rotating between parkas and t-shirts like a feral creature

why is march weather like 'surprise! it's 70 degrees!' and then immediately 'just kidding, snow tomorrow' 😤

why is the bus always packed at 8:15am like people didn't know this time existed yesterday

coffee hits different when it's 5am and dark outside. november really said let's make mornings harder

tax forms are calling my name and i'm ignoring them by meal prepping instead. adulting: 1, responsibilities: 0

st. patrick's day tomorrow and all i can think about is how lucky my garden's been this winter. knock on wood.

fall back actually means more sleep which means better recovery. finally something time change gets right 😴

caught myself narrating my own commute like an audiobook character and now i can't stop. this is who i've become

driving in the slow lane today because honestly the icy patches aren't worth it. let the speeders learn the hard way

it's late february and I'm still baking in darkness before work. give me 6am sunlight please 🌅

there's frost on every surface this morning and it's actually beautiful. even my car looks aesthetic right now ❄️

the weather got warm for ONE day and everyone lost their minds. it's february. this is a trap.

tax forms are evil and i won't be convinced otherwise. at least gaming is free entertainment while i stress

someone asked me what i wanted to do this weekend and i said 'depends on the weather.' they looked at me like i'm insane. they don't understand the assignment

listening to this podcast about climate patterns and the narrator mispronounced 'cumulonimbus' and i've been annoyed for the last 15 minutes

the podcast i'm listening to is genuinely mid but i'm already 8 hours in so i'm committed now

someone at the coffee shop had the audacity to order the last cinnamon roll right in front of me. we made eye contact. it was tense.