This is what we, in the business of explaining comics, call foreshadowing. It's when you subtly hint at something that will become relevant later. For example, I might be getting sick. Will I? Who could possibly know? Stay tuned.
Couch
Could I force her to get up, and would she probably not mind all that much? Perhaps.
Is it more respectful to spend 45 minutes whispering to her that I really need to get up and do something, while secretly being very happy that this means I don’t have to get up and clean? Yes. Yes, it is.
Something about the current season of Ted Lasso feels off. I guess they’re trying to make the characters feel more nuanced, but I quite liked where everyone had ended up by the end of the last season. It almost feels like there wasn’t much reason to pull them out of retirement for yet another one, huh?
Growing up, being an adult always seemed like such a hassle. Turns out, the adults around me just didn’t have all their ducks in a row. And not even because of external circumstances, either. They’d simply built themselves lives that, quite frankly, seemed to suck.
Mine doesn’t.
I’m now at an age where it’s starting to feel a little cringe not to think of myself as an actual adult, and I’ve recently started embracing the fact that I actually am one. Just not the kind who built himself a life full of stress, drama, and responsibilities I never wanted to deal with.
The cats yearn for non-fiction
I love winning battles against that inner voice telling me not to do hard things. It feels great.
Sometimes quality time together means doing things separately, but side by side.
My hand felt a bit numb this morning. The doctor said it might be because Millimeter hit a tendon. It got better over the course of the day.
