Renovations don’t start with demolition. They start with optimism. You know, that sweet, delusional belief that you’ll “still be able to use the kitchen a little.” That you’ll “just make simple meals.” That your stove won’t end up under a tarp like it’s a haunted relic the contractors warned you not to uncover. My stove…

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…

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.”…