I absolutely cannot sleep if my nose is cold. My mother crochets herself nose-warmers, I have slept in some of my old fabric masks.

Nevertheless!!! Merry Christmas Jazz to all who <snap snap snap>

I ordered a dessert-chocolatey sweet holiday cocktail which arrived at the same time as a Caesar salad, which is a flavor combo I wish to never experience again.

Jay woke her up. She claims she’s okay.

And I don't want to SCARE her awake...

This is a very weird way to live. Schroedinger's Mom up in here.

Also listening to Home Cooking, the podcast hosted by Samin Nosrat and Hrishikesh Hirway, and it’s always so cozy and funny and the merch ad is now read by Suresh Uncle and you should listen.

HAAAAA I absolutely get it, and I also lost my shit when the song started. I must not have watched Skins this far.

I think it's like how sometimes you have to surgically open a wound to let the bad stuff out. It'll go septic if you don't.

As others pointed out in comments to that post, the Irish are the combat surgeons of this technique. They ought to just call wakes "roasts" instead now.

Obviously I know what I have to do now.

Update: FINALLY got the reset key-combo to reboot the Kobo.

Which is not the model I thought it was and isn't in fact compatible with the remote.

RIGHT?? So much of my kitchen is NOT covered in stale chips/rice/pasta/beans thanks to binder clips.