Have you noticed that the weatherword this year is "squall"? Multiple times a day, I get alerts that I should be wary of a snow squall.

This is the first year that buffalerts has used that word, and now oddly constantly. The last time I 'synched my cycle' to a weatherword, it was haboob. So after a buttgillion prompts to be "aware of squall (!)", I looked it up as my new weatherword

The word "squall" likely comes from Old Norse roots, possibly related to skvala ("to cry out, shriek") and skval ("rushing water"), suggesting its origins connect both loud, harsh cries (like babies or birds) and sudden, violent bursts of wind or water, with its nautical use appearing in the late 17th century and its vocal meaning earlier. It's generally considered to have Scandinavian origins, possibly imitative, influencing other words like "squeal"

Sounds potentially adorable.

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22). Jell-O is both a liquid and a solid, depending on how you look at it. You have a relationship that defies category, and like Jell-O, it it will fit multiple descriptions while also being sweet, fun and moldable.

Also, potentially delightful 🤔.

I like jello (NOT sugar free, of course). I like adding extra gelatin to it so it's super wobbly and you can cut into squares like pan cookies. Kids love that (but you gotta watch out for them throwing it at the wall to hear it squish). Although my jello squares would be great for hydration, there's no sense worrying about the squish...

Not only is everyone sick af, but the snow slid off the roof to meet the snow on the porch, so my clan lives in a submarine atm. A snowmarine. I am not seeing them til 🤷🏻‍♀️

Welp. Guess I'll just be potentially delightful all day. (When am I not?! 🤣)

songs tbd, prolly there will be some #dancingaloneinthekitchen 

p.s. today, another person that I watched grow up, since 5th grade, my daughter's age, is losing her NEW husband (don't think they finished opening the gifts yet) to sudden random complete kidney failure. I say another because this happens a lot. they're not even 40, they're busy doing shit, caregiving and working like we all do mostly, then bam, they clear their throat and die, just like that. all my expectations of outliving people have been reclassified as wishful thinking. I don't know what that is, but it's not my imagination. Sam is a real person I know, ANOTHER one. so when worry wears me out and I get weepy tired of it, there are plenty of good reasons (with names, not abstract 'we shall perish one day' bullshit). and in the face of that, I don't know what else to do besides my best until I wear out and then have to go get vitamins in my butt and then stand back up and add a chicken to my 'spooning vision board'. if you have any other/more ideas to motherfuck that face of reality, I'm in 🤷🏻‍♀️