Mammogram day at my local Catholic hospital. The woman checking me in, my practitioner, and I all ended up in tears for at least a few moments at different points in our conversations about women’s medical research, practice, and patient experience. I stopped for some nature therapy on my way home.

Sitting in the Chronicle of Higher Ed’s webinar, “Donald Trump and Higher Ed: What’s Next?” We were invited to submit questions in advance; surprised that “WTAF?!?” has not yet surfaced on the list.

Quadruple Taurus: no lies detected.

From the speaker at the higher ed conference I’m attending this weekend: “Higher ed excels in resisting change, not making change.” Sounds about right.

It’s 5pm on a rainy Saturday. I have some linen being dyed one droplet of melting ice at a time downstairs while I lounge in the tub reading The Misfit’s Manifesto. I’m having vaguely intrusive dinner thoughts, but just added hot water so I can luxuriate for one more chapter. Small pleasures FTW.

Nice to meet you, Bluesky. ❤️