“It’s Wintertime and It’s Hot So… That Makes Sense To Me!”

I cannot muster the energy to tilt at the windmills of stalled climate mediation and the idea that my daughter thinks it’s reasonable for it to be in the 40s in early February, having never really known anything else, and so I will point out that she was more bothered this morning by the realization that my illustrations of triangle and rectangle people in this newspaper never have noses. Some emergencies are as plain as the nose on your face, as it turns out.

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