A failure to learn from human history

What’s on her oatmeal?

I haven’t been sharing my summer with you. Why?

I don’t know. You know how I let important things get away from me. This has probably been my least relaxing summer ever. I’ve had a pretty cushy life and I feel entitled to lazy summers, so that’s not a very meaningful qualification. And yet I have back pain due to stress! Just like on TV.

I don’t really know where to start, so let’s start with breakfast.

A month ago I was eating blueberries (I picked exactly three pounds of them!) and a banana on my oatmeal. This morning I had cherries and a peach.

Animals of my recent past

Memorial Day weekend.

I didn’t wave any flags but I have officially lived here for two years and that was worth memorializing.

Two years ago I wrote somebody this email:

I ate lunch with a girl from class today named [cinnamon tingle]. I think we could be friends.

Aw. We went to my favorite bakery twice.

I brought my temporary charge and he tried to be so good.

Then we stopped at a garage sale and I bought a Choose Your Own Adventure book about space specifically for my bathroom.

Should you trust a robot?