I could use less productivity advice or inspiration and more permission to just be.

I fell on the basement stairs yesterday and mildly sprained my right ankle. I sprained the left one falling on different stairs in January. I’m having one of those times when it’s hard to be friends with your body.

Pocketed to read later: People of color who craft are done being overlooked as customers and designers. “That’s the thing about navigating a white space — you’re OK until you start asserting your Blackness, and then that becomes a problem for some people.”

🎵 Do you think if I listen to Bauhaus for the rest of the day, that will magically make it be October?

My new glasses are the glasses of a woman who has no patience with BS.

Welp. My whole household hates my new glasses.

💻 If you’re wondering what the heck this IndieWeb thing is that I’ve been going on about for 3+ years, Ana Rodrigues has written a great article about it for Smashing Magazine.

My new glasses are a little over-the-top, but then, so am I.

Was just reading the Carolina Friends School Lower School page and saw they use “Ago!” “Ame!” as their attention signal and got a little teary. Honoring Chuck Davis in this way is peak Durham, y’all.

📺 M. and I are watching MY LITTLE PONY: FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC and I am reminded of the extent to which I am Twilight Sparkle, who owns a reference book about slumber parties but has never had one.