Fondly remembering Jane Austin's Fight Club.

https://youtu.be/MskAK9VwDXc

This is Grandpa. He lied about his age to go fight Nazis, so only had an 8th grade education, but the Navy taught him electrical engineering. A firm hired him, treated him well, and was then taken over by people who cut his pay and demoted him due to his lack of an education. He retaliated by making the room sized million dollar computer he was designing for them so complicated only he could turn it on. It collected dust for years. Proud of him.

Me, excitedly browsing bird toys for "my kid".

Oh, no. I accidentally talked myself into wanting to get my daughter a parakeet for Christmas, it's like I want to start waking up at dawn.

Last night I made a lovely pot roast with turnips, and I forgot to put it in the fridge before I went to bed. Been kicking myself all morning.

Molasses cookies are so much better than ginger cookies, but they should both exist.

Okay, so, I have this recurrent dream about butt gliding. Like, not flying, but I sit on the floor and my mighty butt muscles propel me across the floor faster than walking, by clenching and unclenching faster than the eye can see. Winding linoleum halls I can take at super speeds are often involved. I can't seem to find this in the dream dictionaries. Suggestions?