7jul23

It’s a snailpocalypse out there. This is the only surviving vegetable plant raised from seed. I’ll do better next year. I have to collect fruit later on, as some of the raspberries are starting to drop, but the local airborne allergen count has been lethal. At least it’s warm!

ON DECK: Script, newsletter, marking up the boards and next week’s call sheet
INBOX: 99. I have scheduling and contracts and shit to take care of.
OUTSIDE: I read today that having an Instagram account means that I automatically have a Threads account held for me, which means I don’t have to worry about anyone taking my handle, which means I don’t need to ever go to Threads should Threads prove to be a thing that persists past Xmas. I like having the extra time in my life that social media once devoured, and I don’t really want to go back.