You can read tea leaves, maybe even coffee grounds. The undissolved pitch of hot chocolate yields no insights. Ask again later.

July 19th, 2013, 8am

It was 13.9°C with few clouds. The wind was calm.

Every few months I find myself thinking, “I should get a cat.”

The trouble with decisions though is that you have to make them—not just appraise them.

Once I make them, I miss the man who went the other way. He had a cappuccino, not a hot chocolate. Then he got a dog.

The dog’s name is Humphry. They’re quite the pair.

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