Letters mingle souls.

I feel like a medic when I transport my Scrabble board to someone’s home. My board folds into its own carrying case and features angled built-in casters that allow it to rotate as if on a pivot. It has a non-slip grid, which is essential for those who tend to bump into tables. The only thing it’s missing is a purple Crown Royal bag.

But I’m no medic: I want to hurt my opponents. In the calmest way possible.

Here’s where all 100 tiles ended up on Thursday night:

That’s right:

Wait…

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It’s raining plums.

Now that my home address begins with a letter denoting which suite I live within the house, it’s been a minor source of amusement seeing where my parcels end up. So far, only Canada Post has gotten it right once. Still, they dropped off my Lego order next to the door to the house’s sauna. DHL has been the most incompetent of them: the delivery proof for my POC Sports order was a blurry cardboard box in front of a white wall. Not only could it have been placed anywhere around the house, but also it could have been any other white house. I was hoping to share the crappy photo here. Alas, it appears that DHL has since deleted it. Out of embarrassment, probably.

Instead, here’s a photo of my completed Lego build:

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Wigging out indoors.

I’m starting to feel one of the side effects of COVID-19: Cabin Fever. I’ve become acclimatized to a very narrow range of temperatures of 18-20ºC. The only time I don’t see Yann is when he uses the washroom, and sometimes I go in there just to be alone. I’ve been experimenting with aerating my meals, making egg soufflé and soufflé pancakes, which I then pair with a glass of club soda. Yeah, I have a lot of air in my diet. (And cat hair. I cleaned out the fridge yesterday. HOW DID THAT MUCH CAT HAIR END UP INSIDE THE FRIDGE?)

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