Potatoes in the Mist

 Up until now, I’ve had good Florida bug luck, but I just saw a beast in the bathroom sink. I bashed it with a hiking boot. 

I read that Ed Sheeran doesn't have a cell phone. I thought this was fantastic. I've been cutting down how often I check texts and emails, and it feels wonderful. (I'm still addicted to Twitter, of course.) 

 Reading The Christie Affair, about Agatha Christie’s terrible husband and her subsequent disappearance. Fortunately the second one was better. 

 I never get sick of Trader Joe’s chocolate croissants.