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?
Exploring Homer’s world without all the stress Odysseus had to endure is surprisingly relaxing.
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.
It was such a relaxing day, and I was happy about it. The previous day had been taxing, so just hanging around, reading, painting, and snacking was exactly what I needed. Even though I underestimated the size of that sundae, I certainly didn’t complain, it was delicious.
Gigabyte has a question.
The cats yearn for non-fiction
We should react with “Ew,” then completely ignore whatever tried to rage-bait us more often.
I sometimes forget to make enough time for myself, which leaves my social battery completely drained and brings on headaches.
Anna's mother had always dreamed of doing a Wattwanderung, a walk through the Wadden Sea at low tide to one of the nearby islands. So we packed our things, rented a car and a house, and made our way to Germany's north coast, where I'm originally from.
I lied to Anna for her own good, because I’d prepared a little gift for her, and her investigative skills were dangerously close to ruining the surprise. Thankfully, I’m apparently a pathological liar, because she didn’t suspect a thing and was very happy to receive this little robin.
Days like this are the best.
I love winning battles against that inner voice telling me not to do hard things. It feels great.
Life is more rewarding when you’re invested in things.
Sometimes quality time together means doing things separately, but side by side.
Please don’t judge my apparently abysmal push-up form.
This is somehow not as shocking to anyone else as it is to me, but how was this cocktail only invented in 2008? We had smartphones then! How did nobody, in all those years before that, think to smash up a bit of basil and throw some random alcohol into it?! It’s absurd!
My journal entry from two years ago (just a classic text-based journal) ended with me promising myself I wouldn’t spend my birthday alone the following year. And I didn’t.
Last year, I invited my friends over on the evening of my birthday, and it was wonderful. Now many of them have babies, so this year I invited them over on Sunday afternoon for coffee and cake instead. It was great.
I went to bed blissful and full of gratitude.
I didn't get engaged that day.
Running intervals offers an interesting contrast. I never want to do them, even less than a classic run. But once I get going, they’re so much more fun. There’s something deeply life-affirming about sprinting through a forest. It feels almost primal.
We didn’t have a single day with fewer than 20,000 steps, and after a while, it definitely started to show.
Packing is the worst. I’m not even bad at it, it just isn’t fun. It’s like a puzzle where the result will never be perfect, and you just have to live with the compromises. Especially when you’re flying with only carry-on luggage.
I love city life, great weather, and days where you don’t have a plan and just let things unfold.
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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.
Anna’s moving day is close. We’re still working our way through Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. I love how the story picks up in this book. It suddenly gets much more serious and dark.
The spider crossed my “this is fine” boundary and was promptly evicted.
The walls are thin, and I'm a bit sensitive to noise.
I kind of messed up the background. Please don't unfollow me because I'm not good enough at art.
