Due to recent changes in the my area grocery store assemblage, I have been unable to purchase Slap Ya Mama from the two closest grocery stores (RIP Winn-Dixie on Tchoup), so I finally ordered online from the company. And if we're paying for shipping...let's get one each for Office, Home, and Travel.

Also my dog had to have some toofs pulled (his teefs were bad when we adopted him and we have been working on it) so I guess I SHOULD update my lil avatar photo, but. (Also he is high AF in this photo)

Here is the cat I cat-sat for part of this summer. Fiona did NOT like that her Normal People were gone, but eventually decided I was ok.

Gosh. I wonder if this has anything to do with it. I’d ask the crew addressing the issue, but there isn’t one. For at least a couple of blocks in any direction.

Not to be a nimby, but I feel like federal resources could be spent better than helicoptering above the Mardi Gras parade routes. Like, we coulda paid for some childhood vaccinations or some prenatal care instead of all this polluting low flight fuel.

WTAF is this? To view an academic journal website, you either have to consent to all kinds of monitoring and 'targeted advertising' or you have to register with some other service...which I assume also monitors and tracks you?

And, for what it’s worth, this is another one of those cases where New Orleans area residents are split between districts. So maybe go call Eric Skrmetta if you aren’t lucky enough to have Davante Lewis as your PSC commissioner.

Obligatory photo of dat dawg after her walkiez.

Timeline cleanse…our dahlia has a bloom and it is lovely. That is all. Carryon.

I wonder why? I wonder 1) why there is no publicly available state air quality monitoring near the oil field and the LNG facility; 2) why citizens would choose to spend their own money to set up their own monitors and share that data publicly?

But can I interest you in some New Orleans ones?

But also I made this tasty wild rice and beans (with spinach and onion/pepper)

Louisiana has $305,274,697 of active funding from NIH. District 1, where I am (lookit that gerrymandered shape, eh?) gets about half of that, at $160,625,362. In case you were wondering.

Happy opening to Mardi Gras season, y’all. Love that Phunny Phorty Phellows and Funky Uptown Krewe gave nice beads that I’m actually going to wear later. And a glow-in-the-dark slinky and a periodical.

I want more lunch, but I can’t disturb the puppy snuggles. Send help. (Do not judge the pajama pants. Today is Writing Day for the morning/mid-day, and I get to be comfy)

And now we wait.

Gosh, I feel like I was late to the party after seeing other numbers!

Since they wouldn’t let my completely normal sized bag that I offered to let them look into and that they already security wanded into the Under The Oaks ceremony, I went back to my office for a book to read until the outdoor portion of the event. Seems like a great time to do some overdue reading.

Is there any particular reason why Tulane, in protecting private property, has decided to make the public sidewalk into an ADA-non-compliant tripping hazard?

Mid-day we had a sudden workplace restructuring here at the office.