Sometimes breakfast is served with a side of gaming. And how much to feed your Niffler can be quite perplexing. Kind of like how much to feed your growing kid, I guess. Or your growing puppy. Questions abound these days. I think there’s value in questioning. If it’s recognized as…

Dinnertime. Obvi.

Breakfast. French Toast a la Mayhem. Prepared, seen, captured, and eaten by Sydney.

We were tethering Ginger to the leg of the couch, when we needed to keep her confined to a certain area. She always has a bed and plenty of toys, within reach. As of today, this is how that’s going.

A year ago, we were walking approximately five miles a day, as a family. And then Keith’s new business took off and our walks went by the wayside. I miss that time the most, but if 2020 taught us anything, it was to be flexible. Businesses require so much effort…

It’s fine, guys. I’m fine. Everything’s fine. I know it’s pretty much all Ginger, all the time. But really, I’m fine. It’s true that’s she’s already nearly twice my size, but I still show her who’s boss. Like tonight, when I ate half her dinner while she was outside, going…