Sorry I missed another week last week.
It didn’t feel right to post anything about anything as we mourned George Floyd. It didn’t feel right to post anything about anything as the world poured out into the streets in protest of another black man being killed by people we pay to protect and serve.
Not the rocket ship. Not that countdown.
I missed it.
I’m sure it was amazing and awe inspiring.
I learned how to make buttermilk biscuits from scratch while living in isolation.
Holy shit, you guys. Mother Nature sent me to my room in March. She was not fucking around.
Anyway, I’m not saying I made the perfect batch. I’m just saying my next batch couldn’t be better if they were made by baby angels riding on unicorns.