Nope.

Upside down Nova, after a long walk hunting squirrels.

Who else is coping with the unbearable anxiety by drinking booze in tiny glasses?

Someone might be being a little bit judgy as I celebrate Beyoncé’s Grammy win through, what can only be termed, middle-aged dancing.

Someone got a brand new bed!

Meanwhile, we are living on beans out of a can and sleeping on an air mattress.

Just finished cleaning mine. The joy is real.

This was City Park at lunchtime. It was completely silent, empty and absolutely magical.

I think Nova might be broken.

Have adopted this as my predominant mood for the next four years.

This is me.

A friend sent me this. Sadly, not my cat, but was instrumental in her rescue last summer.

I think someone is trying to help…

Always have gone for quite a chilly aesthetic Christmas tree wise, so feel the colourful butterflies might move my detractors (largely daughter, daughter’s friends and a sceptical dog).

This is Nova, a black lab cross. This is her “I have been such a good girl, I deserve treats” look. #DogsOfBluesky

I had my first Thanksgiving lunch on American soil at a restaurant. Much of it was good: deep fat fried turkey worked; green beans with ham a bit odd, but okay; but sweet potato purée (upper quadrant in photo) made sweeter by some devilish practice? I don’t understand it. And is the biscuit normal?!