Weekend is a wrap, folks. Pop your existential dread in a Tupperware container in the fridge. Put your work thoughts on a plate on the counter to thaw, ready for the morning. Do not lick them now. Contemplate mise en place as a metaphor for something. Rice won’t grow at home. Dont try to write your name in the clouds from the ground.

You’ve got this. Sleep well.

Are you ready to play tonight’s bonus game:
“Cake Or Cat?”

* I would like it known that I do not encourage the practice of animals (or children) sitting on food preparation surfaces. The cat has been sanitised and the cake board roundly scolded.

Get the distinct impression there’s a tipping point on Mastodon. To start with it’s really hard to find the lovely people I want to follow, in great enough quantity to spend fun time here.

With just enough discovery through looking at boosted people and the odd delve into “I bet Myke, John, John and Merlin follow some lovely people” and stumbling across a couple of knitters (🤷🏻‍♂️ I don’t knit, but people who do are often really good company on social media) I seem to have hit an inflection point.