RIP David Lynch. I hope that he, every day, once a day, gave himself a present. Like Agent Cooper said.

I’m visiting a relative who is battling a health issue. She has cable tv, which I haven’t watched or had access to in 20 years and there it is: a commercial with Tony Hawk peddling a supplement to combat the side effects of statins he is on.

Monday is the first day back to work after a couple of weeks off. Naturally the little one can’t sleep (he hasn’t been feeling well to be fair), so he and I are hanging out on the couch. Gonna be a rough morning for both of us.

Little guy is kicking off the new year with heavy congestion, cough, and sore throat. Bringing out the big guns to make a canja de galinha.

Chopped potatoes, carrots, celery, and garlic are neatly arranged on a wooden cutting board beside a knife in a kitchen setting.

I am truly fortunate to have amazing co-workers. The environment we work in has been challenging in the most unhealthy of ways but this week I got to spend the week in Austin and have personal connections with people I have only known via Zoom.