Okay, I think my MacBook Air is soon entering retirement. The battery just dropped by 6% in a matter of two minutes. I guess that is what happens after seven years of faithful service.
It’s a foggy, November morning and I’m baking apples with cinnamon for breakfast. A bit of a usual breakfast for me, but unusual times call for unusual breakfasts.
Covid cases are rising, presidential election discussions are in shambles on Twitter. It’s like the Comedy of Errors but in real life.
Somehow though, I feel more connected to everything that makes us human than ever before. It feels like: Yeah, we are in this together.
Long live baked apples and humans together!
