I love this essay, “How We Survive Winter.” I also love the embedded images.

I am only consuming fun-fluff for the next two weeks. The Netflix show, Bridgerton, is top on my list. I found the book series on a beach holiday. I walked down to the used book store in town and bought a new one every day. Since then, I reread the whole series another two times.

I am seriously baffled by the rationale behind how gets the vaccine first. I feel like only people who have face-to-face contact with strangers should be in the front of the line.

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The Elle Magazine profile of the journalist who screwed up her life, when she fell in love with Martin Shkreli, totally screwed me up last night. I couldn’t sleep, because her bad choices made super upset.

Last night, I tweeted, “When this is all done, I’m going to wear fancy dresses in bright colors with lots of bling all the time. I’m thinking about tiaras and cocktails on roof top gardens. I’ll be drunk for a year.” That’s because I’ve been watching Babylon Berlin, which is about the roaring twenties and thirties in post-war Berlin. I had also just been looking at the Anthropologie catalog and feeling wistful about pretty things.

Picture: An old picture of Ian. I think he’s six here. I found this one and another five more for his senior yearbook.