My wall rack for my longboard finally arrived. Time to mount this baby up! Gonna be nice to display my Sector 9 like properly. 💞

My Forever stamps are so old they’re yellow.

The Himalayan salt lamp has got to be one of mom’s best gifts to me. The campfire orange glow brings in the coziness on icy, winter nights.

Added two dozen more songs to my lovely Japanese flip phone. It’s so nice to disconnect from being always online. <3

Can’t wait to use my new Bundt cake pan!

The old man had photos of his grandkids on his Walkman. Man. To think he must’ve been looking at them every now and then on this device…

I have to decide what to do with my life after reading The Anxious Generation: How the Great Rewiring of Childhood Is Causing an Epidemic of Mental Illness. No, really. What do I want to do with my free time next?

I take for granted that the music we create now are a “concrete” and real part of the world, as extant as any tree. What does that mean…?

Rose cardamom hot cocoa is so. Decadent.

So I got the Walkmans working! Not that they were broken… Just, happy to be moving my MP3s to something local, you know? No more streaming.

You know, I forgot how nice it was to just open and read a newspaper. Not a million articles screaming at you from an ever-updated feed.