The US is a bully and I for one am deeply impressed by Canada’s ability to deliver a swift retributive roundhouse right to our economy. I am very scared that they will take Shoresy away though.

Little lambs in the field with their mamas—c’mon spring! So white and teensy, with ears like baby Yoda.

Well before the lambs as I take the slow way home, I cruise by the pasture of two miniature horses and their white goose pal. All three can almost always be spotted grazing together. In fact, I’ve never seen one without the other two.

I can’t imagine even remotely caring for anyone who: drives a purposely loud vehicle, hates cats, or does dental work for a living. Someone else will love them, I hope.

Aside from when I call her, the only noise that Deets will run toward turns out to be a hare screaming. Also she is not out here catching mice, but voles (spring body count just shy of double-digits). Last Deets fact: the thing she hates most about traveling, so far, is having to dookie in the litter box. She will deign to do it, registering her protest by refusing to bury her turds. What a rebel.

Turns out my town is simply not the place for outgoing and creative peers. This week I discovered that they still exist, single and ready to mingle! Elsewhere.

Is $20 cheap for a t-shirt? Why are all my podcasters claiming it is. Why isn’t thrifting gaining stronger social approval in this dying climate?

I’m an excellent cook. The end.