martinimade

The Dude started day care today. While I'm enjoying the time to do things with both hands and to be able to complete a thought without interruption, I'm feeling oddly unsettled, as if something were remarkably wrong with the universe. Weird. But it's not like I don't have a bottom-load of things to do with my so-called free time. Work waits for no woman.

But -- some internet flotsam before I go:

Fun with dictionaries.

A covetable mouse.

Knitters and their tattoos.

Now, to clean off my desk.