Paul Atreides doth go to a Frensshe bakerye to picke up breade.
Upon arriving at the Frensshe bakerye, Paul Atreides doth fynde that the Frensshe bakeres have lefte a box for hym.
Paul Atreides asketh: "What ys yn the box?"
And the Frensshe bakeres responde: "Pain."
A sandy beach, with many seals lying resting.
I wish everyone in philly a very safe pole climb
At last!!!
We're all going through a lot right now, so we need to spend MORE time being there for each other, not less.
I firmly believe we're stronger together.
Anyway, I'm going to add more of that kind of checking in with others into my routine interactions.
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I can't get this thought out of my head so I'm going to write it out and share it.
My therapist told me this week that I was the only one of her clients who had asked her how she was doing with everything going on in the world.
Yes, I'm her client, but she's still a person with feelings.
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When the nephew of Kyng Arthour left Camelot on hys quest to seeke the Green Knighte, the entyre Round Table threw hym a Gawain away partye.
Photo of my beautiful longhaired brown tuxedo tabby Fergus looking disgusted near a cup of tea being held in the foreground. Blurry red Christmas light are visible in the background.
“I DEMAND TO SMELL YOUR TEA.” My cats, every day.
“UGH GRODY WHY DID YOU MAKE ME SMELL THAT SERIOUSLY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??” My cats, moments later every day.
Have you ever had one of those weeks where a lot happened and you just want to sit somewhere quiet and eat cheese?
That was my week.
Mmmmmmmmmm, cheese.
Here are a couple of good blocklists to preemptively block MAGA and Reich Wing accounts.
bsky.app/profile/skyw...
bsky.app/profile/did:...
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