It’s funny, how we can think back and divide the past year into super-distinct phases. There was the “spraying my vegetables with Clorox” phase. The banana bread phase. The puzzle phase. The Zoom learning-curve phase. Something involving fluffy coffee that I never quite got into. That moment when all parents made carefully color-coded wall calendars for their kids, only to abandon them within the week.
I made ramen.
Really leaned into my Instant Pot situation.
Highlighted my own hair (mistake).
(Also kind of unrelated but omg remember when I tried to kill myself with a steak in the midst of a global pandemic? #goodtimes.)
…And now here we are, eight months later and fresh out of Stuff To Do.
Allow me to assist.
