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Toilet Paper Math

Restocking our TP supply, we discovered that the rolls are smaller than the last package we bought. Shrinkflation, you cry! Or is something else going on here? Let's do some math!

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Straight kombucha is too hard on my system, but I've been enjoying mixing it with San Pellegrino. I've been calling it Boochagrino, but the mister thinks it should be Pelleboocha. He's wrong, but I love him nevertheless.

Went to a holiday party out in Agoura Hills last night. Big house up in the hills. We were talking about whether I could stand living someplace like that. 10 years ago, I would have said absolutely not. Now, it's more like probably not. But mostly still best to have friends you can visit who live in houses like that.

I have a knitting project - a hat, to be exact - that has been sitting in my drawer unfinished because I can't bring myself to pick up stitches around the edge to do the brim. Note to self: never start a pattern that needs stitches to be picked up.

Such odd feelings this morning. The mister left in the wee hours for back-to-back out-of-town shoots (Bardstown then Albuquerque) and won't be back until nearly Christmas. I am simultaneously thrilled and bereft. It'll be lovely to center myself and lay groundwork for my projects, but I'm absolutely dreading a solo run through most of the holiday season. Why can't things just be all good once in a while?