Yes, the absolute f'ing worst title for a post, and yet the perfect title for this missive. A lot to unpack here, so read to the end before you freak out. Buckle up, Future Kitt, we're going for a ride. Here is where your life changed. (I really need a "Buckle up, Future Kitt, we're going for a ride" tag already.)

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"Yeah, I have a weird style of writing."

"No, your style isn't weird. It is distinctive, though."

"... so, you're saying I shouldn't write a ransom note?"

"No, don't. Use chatgpt for that."

My website is now old enough to drink legally in the US.

To prevent needing to take medicines with not-great side effects for the rest of my life, I changed to a vegan diet when at home. I ponder what to call my vegan-if-I-can diet.

One of the travel rituals that Jonathan and I developed when visiting new cities together was to visit a new coffee shop each morning. We would look up places that had espresso drinks, walk to the shop, order drinks (he would have an espresso drink, I would have a tea), and have a lovely start to the day. We toured a lot of coffee shops. I would leave reviews on the coffee shops about their tea selection and how good the teas were. I would often try Jonathan's drink when he offered it to me, but continued to nope out of the coffee culture. I was the most-learned non-coffee-drinker espresso expert you could find.

I continued this ritual on my trip to NYC this week.

*pull*

*gentle toss*

December 6th has past. Life is considerably different now.