My kids were both back at school today (at least for 3 hours for the little one). Between that and errands, there were at least 4 hours of glorious, wonderous silence in my house as I worked. Given the rapid falloff of cases, I am starting to feel just a little touch of some feeling in my pessimist heart that is unfamiliar. None dare call it hope.

It appears that there are at least 50,000 other kids in my kids’ district with shitlord parents who want to kill teachers.

Why don’t they just call their group something more truthful like: “Republicans hated by their constituencies”?

I’ve considered playing dead to escape my family.

Dr. Warty passed on this article that was absolutely fascinating.

 

I always enjoyed this song.