Finally we have them over to the house again, for the first time in what feels like a human life. One walks in smiling, the other bursts out in tears. “She’s pregnant” I think to myself. I’m right. For whatever godforsaken reason I see her as a submarine now. We talk without pausing, picking up from what could have been yesterday.

Looking at a picture of Elon Musk on The Guardian, and I need to do a triple take to see the caption does not, in fact, read “Elton John”. Sometimes, I feel like I’m in a live action dyslexia test.

• This week, I attended my first Gerimedica party. It’s great to know I can expect a big celebration every year, and not just for the company’s sweet sixteen. It confirmed what I already know: great vibe, great taste, great people.
• I went to Bar Bario on Saturday for a meet-up called Hair Haven, which fosters connection between people with curly …

Thanks for the inspiration, Barry! I had a separate page for snapshots, but why not move them under Notes with the other IndieWeb post types?