I swear, inspiration has a clock that tells the most ironic time to strike..

I really appreciate that @pbsnews.org ended the interview with this graphic.

It captures, in the simplest and starkest terms, the brutal arithmetic driving this country's homelessness catastrophe.

From (much) farther north, I hear the faint cry
Of plans overset, of confusion wrought nigh.

Among sweet cysers kept chilled, savored rich mead—
Perhaps I can offer snowy succor
for this yearly deed.

I can offer you Leicester, Romano or Gruyère,
In perhaps a small hope of tempting you there.

I genuinely can hear this in my head. I had one cat who absolutely refused to ride in a carrier and ended up on the back of my mother’s head on one trip to the vet.

Aaaaaah! Grumpy koala plush! I want one, even though I seem to recall the shenanigans that Shep started using them…

But, Shep, the owls LOVE you!!!

I swear, this and The Ewok Adventure felt like hallucinations until I found other people that had seen them…

I mean, I have been giving most of the grass and mushroom based Pokemon the side-eye since finishing a few of her books… 😅