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Latest — 17 Jun 2026

Bathrobe Lady at the Post Office

On the way into church we stopped at the post office, where a prim, upper-class woman in her seventies strolled in wearing a thick white bathrobe. Strong Big Lebowski energy. Maybe she lost a bet with her book club, or maybe it is a hazing ritual to join. Old people can be weird.

Bathrobe Lady at the Post Office — This kind of captures how absurd and borderline unbelievable the whole experience was. Maybe I'm just jealous of her free spirit?

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Inside the Clouds on Mt. Sanderlin

After skipping a workout to feast on anniversary steak, I made up for it with a 7-mile run up Mt. Sanderlin, steep enough in spots that running would be comical. New phobia unlocked: sprinting down wet mountain roads I'm not sure I could stop on. Capped with a haircut and a rainy, empty winery.

Inside the Clouds on Mt. Sanderlin

Squished Fingers and X Ads

J's squished finger turned out to be a fractured fingertip: x-rays, amoxicillin, an orthopedic referral, and, since we are cash pay, plenty of budgetary fun. Meanwhile X Ads remains the kind of system that lets you build a dozen ads, hit save, and watch them vanish without an error.

Squished Fingers and X Ads

How much screen time can I get for standing out in the rain storm?

Today's domestic negotiations: a sick kid wants ten minutes of screen time braving a rain storm (denied; he went anyway), and a finger that lost to a heavy board, turned purple, but still bends fine. No medical bills this time.

How much screen time can I get for standing out in the rain storm?

Snobby Connoisseur of Software

I'm a snobby connoisseur of software, and very little of it impresses me. Exhibit A: my Oura ring, banished to its charger, whose app omits my actual run from the suggested workout. Exhibit B: an Apple Watch that taps my wrist every five minutes to ask if I'm exercising. Yes. Still yes.

Snobby Connoisseur of Software

Just Let Me Win! (Fighting Strava)

Strava ranked me 5th on a segment during yesterday's hike, so this morning I ran it flat out for 1st place. Strava gave me nothing: the segment is classified as a hike, and a run does not count. The difference between the two is mostly speed. I'm coming for you, Michael Choyce.

Just Let Me Win! (Fighting Strava)

Caffeine in the Kombucha

My wife bailed on bedtime to sew and watch a cooking show, blaming caffeine in the kombucha. When the Apple TV keyboard prompt popped up on my iPad, I helpfully typed B-E-D-T-I-M-E. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was a super powerful alien race projecting its will across galaxies.

Caffeine in the Kombucha

Bookworm, X Ads

K is a bookworm and a homebody, but get him out the door and engaged and he is content for hours. I pried him away from cartoons for a walk to the waterfalls, where the creek won out over his Kindle. At least until the Kindle's siren song called him back.

Bookworm, X Ads

Exercise & Dangerous Journey

I ran the 5.5 mile round trip to fetch an Amazon package, down five pounds in two weeks. The cruelty of one meal a day: by mid-afternoon I'm in hunger torture, but once dinner finally lands I could almost take it or leave it. We also opened Dangerous Journey with the kids.

Exercise & Dangerous Journey

Seven Months of Daily Blog Posts

Seven months of weekday posts, by my count, since November 3, 2025. My blogging actually goes back to 2005, in simpler times. The purpose is clearer now: capture our day-to-day life in a way that is fun to re-read years later. Hello, grandkids!

Seven Months of Daily Blog Posts

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