My wife got me a turntable for a Father’s Day present. I’ve accrued a small set of albums in the last few years but haven’t actually had a turntable since playing on my dad’s when I was a kid. I am utterly and inexplicably cheered by playing records again.

Working on a new measure of summer weekend quality: ratio of sunscreen applications to showers. This weekend is about a 2.0, which seems solid, but the metric needs further validation before we put it into prod.

Felt like an espresso tonic this afternoon but I didn’t have tonic, so I made it with ginger beer. Friends, I may never go back.

Today: Coaching a ragtag band of seven year-olds in our first soccer game. Don’t tell them that I don’t have any idea what I’m doing, okay?

Back to work today after a long weekend and trip to Disneyland. Can’t say I’ve been missing it.

Just went to scratch my temple. I somehow dislodged my glasses, which then sprung entirely off my face and stabbed me hard in the eye with one stem. WTF, Friday?

Coffee and my air buddies keeping me company this fine Friday.

And STOP. Hash bowl time.

Gunnison helps me water the strawberries.

Attn, friends: I am taking today off and have moved my Work Email app to a folder labeled “beware of the leopard” on the last page of my home screen. ☕️