Squinting at my unexpected 3 week break. Hello again!

Squinting as I ponder if social media counts as actually being “in contact” with someone, or is having a current cell or WhatsApp number is the truer test for “in contact”.

Squinting at my workload today and wondering how in the world it got so high!

Squinting at the fallen servicemen & servicewomen today. We miss you, you are loved, we’ll honor your memory and sacrifice today and everyday.

Squinting at the ice in my glass and noticing how some ice cubes melt so much faster than others despite being immersed in the same drink.

Squinting through the finale of a TV show and sensing that they’ll leave me stuck on a CLIFFHANGER AHHH!!!

Squinting as I lay on a freshly-made soft bed on a Sunday afternoon; thinking about my ancestors and what this kind of comfort would have meant to them.

Squint of absolute delight as I taste, chew, and savor a neon-colored candy sugar bomb I’d never tried before.

Squinting at my weather app and wondering why, if it says the sky is clear today, is the sky cloudy and looking like rain right now out my window.

Squint, then wide-eyed surprise when my dark void of a cat opens their eyes in a dark room.

Squinting at the kiwi-like head of a newborn baby, who is warm and snuggled safe on my chest. Enjoying the moment.

Squinting at the new pope pick because the bar was low, and I’m pleasantly surprised he’s at least supportive of immigrants and echos the humanitarian side of the Roman Catholic faith.

Squinting at the intense hurry-up-and-wait tyranny I’m experiencing today.

Squinting at a group of wasps who, unfortunately, are not going to be allowed to congregate in the crevice above the door.

Squinting at a ghost hunting TV show and critiquing all their methods and analysis as though I know anything about ghost hunting.

Squinting because it’s finally flower planting time and my garden is done and the rabbits are rubbing their feet together ready to eat all of it.

Squinting because I ate too much sugar too fast and I can feel it with every fiber of my being.

Squinting because for the first time in my life I’m seriously considering if the travel I normally would plan is worth it, and would there be risk.

Squinting because it’s hump day and I am not yet over the proverbial hump.

Squinting because I’m happy for Canada. They have fulfilled the basic requirement of a non-fascist as the leader of any good country.

Squinting as a new little bird family finally discovers the bird house I just emptied. I hope they take it!

Squinting at my coffee mug and trying to decide if it’s the lucky one or not.

Squinting because good beer and good weather are a good combo.

*Squint of exasperation*

Squinting at the duality of everyday life events and world events and the compartmentalization that comes with it.

Squinting through that awkward moment where you already said goodbye, click to leave a Zoom, and race to click “leave meeting” a second time before the pause gets too long and you have to say bye twice.

Squinting because I have one unread text, and I can see the same person is still typing an additional text, and I don’t want to open and read one just to wait for part two.

Squint of hope we can get an episode of “Only Murders In The Vatican” with JD Vance as a prime suspect.

Squinting in boastful indignation because I do my job better than the Secretary of Defense.

Squint of sheer willpower as I avoid buying more half-priced candy today.