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Just when I was ready to move fully into spring, and set the fan on medium for the night, a cold front moved in and ruined it - and caused me to wake up cold - and add a base layer for standing at the corner all morning.

The pain of choosing the right word - of finding a way to Say the Thing on your Mind - is a mild form of suffering I constantly feel - the need to convey, to be understood as you intend. To get it right, and be accurate.

POV you see a dumb political ad, and you know you would never ever vote for the cludgy, cringey candidate - but you still need to google "comptroller" because you don't have a clue what that role is - and you realize you might be just as cludgy and weird as the candidate - because at least they know what a comptroller is and why they want to become it.

Doing some late night web work - and I am completely exhausted. You become aware that it the interaction with screens that keeps people awake and losing sleep.

Somehow I remain convinced that my own thoughts are unique and special and unlike those of any other person. Like a child. That I see things in a way nobody else does or can. That I think about things forgotten or unnoticed.

I don’t like the word “Please.” I don’t very actively teach my kids to use it at all costs. Have you noticed that “Please” has become something more command-like or a word indicating fake appeasement? Or bureaucratic malaise?