January 13, 2026

I need to report a developing situation in my home. My cat, Halo, has decided that wind is her mortal enemy. Not thunder. Not fireworks. Not the vacuum (which feels suspicious, honestly).Wind.Air.The outdoors… touching her face. It started the way all betrayals do: with me trying to be a functional adult. I cracked a window…

January 7, 2026

This morning I looked up from my laptop and realized I’m being supervised. Not casually. Not lovingly. Supervised the way you supervise someone who has made a series of questionable life choices and is now pretending they’re “fine” while surrounded by cardboard boxes and dust. My cat is unimpressed with the renovations. Not “mildly annoyed.”…