In the spirit of cosmic effery that embracing radical uncertainty requires, I turned my ankle this morning. Probably a super mild sprain, given the mild swelling and bruising. (I have ice, stabilizers, and a cane. And therabands.)

Sent my mom the Six of Crows duology for her Kindle. Pretty pleased with myself. 📚

Tag yourself. I’m Arcade Fire Dad (sub in improv troupe for band). https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/what-your-favorite-sad-dad-band-says-about-you

I’m back to cross-posting from my site automatically to Twitter. Everywhere else I’m going to stick with manusl cross-posting.

The Empath’s Dilemma: You won’t cry for yourself, but you cry really hard when you start to think how scared and alone the rest of your family must feel (especially because you’re pretty sure you don’t have the capacity to hold their fear and isolation).

🔖Read What is “Dark Academia,” and why is it trending on social media in 2022?

My bedhead is feeling extra goth and channeling Tim Burton a little bit this morning.

🔖 Read Julia Cameron Says You Can Get Creative Indoors.

My mom was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia this week and started chemo yesterday. If you want details, email me and I’ll send you the link to her CaringBridge site. Please forgive me if you reply and I don’t get around to saying thank you.

🍿 Watched Encanto.

Lovely.