One of my favourite times of the year is fast approaching; the switch to standard time. There’s a peacefulness and serenity to nighttime that I completely love. When the incessant humming of constant busyness is replaced by the quiet whispers of autumn breezes, and rustling leaves. 🌃🦉

Caved today and bought myself some new jeans, a belt, underwear, and a couple of t-shirts. Seeing the totals at the till, I was quickly reminded of the fact that weight loss is expensive when parts of your wardrobe no longer fit.

I should’ve become a nudist.

Current home and lock screens:

Welcome to the duality of weight loss, where you can be both ecstatic and irritated that your pants don’t fit.

This does not inspire my confidence in humanity.

49 Sol orbits officially completed.

And to think I don’t feel a day over 49.

For those about to rock, I salute you.

Wielding my personal Attire of Geekery +1.

When eating cashews, do you also put them in a bowl so you can dump the last tiny, salty bits from the bag directly into your gullet? Or are you some kind of animal?

Asking for a friend.

How I imagine conversations in the homes of politicians play out—some much more than others:

Them: “To be clear, I will continue to make difficult decisions. Unlike the previous occupants of this house, I believe in accountability.”

Spouse: “I asked if you want cheese sauce on your broccoli.”