And now, if there’s nothing else, I’d like to get back on my bullshit.

A red cardinal is sitting outside my window winking at me. That's an ancient omen for a two-drink minimum sort of Friday night.

Awake at almost midnight on a weeknight like a goddamn Olympian.

Still awake at 7:30pm on a Tuesday like a goddamn triathlete.

Happiest of pub days to the incomparable @deannaraybourn for the latest in her outstanding Veronica Speedwell series. On the off chance you aren’t familiar with Veronica, get thee to it posthaste! https://t.co/QYuRUDEJUq

Nobody likes W2s. Send the tax people a nice piece of fruit instead.

I was young once. I know once the warm weather comes, everyone will want to be out conjugating verbs. There's a time and a place, friends.

God, is it March already? The traveling etymologists will be swinging through Crooked Path again soon, tracing words back to their Latin roots in front of vulnerable youngsters.

You want my advice, you'll go caramelize some onions.

It's impossible to get work done in the Northwest because anytime a seagull cries all you think is, "I need an ill-fitting winter coat, a craggy beach, and weird local crime to solve."

I think we did well to schedule an everlasting weekend between now and Monday. We all need unending peace. Good work, team.

Maura O'Connell ーThe Water Is Wide https://t.co/siBGiSepfy via @YouTubehere’s a younger me with an orchestra, your Grace. Hope it helps.

You have to be careful about which premium tweets you read, because you can get really screwed on the surge pricing.

Thank you, @JoeNewberry. That made me cry. https://t.co/MN4aX8M6z3

I had a really sad day and I think it would be nice if you all stopped playing that game you're all playing and instead came over to sit by me.

My BFF just texted me this and I thought it was worth sharing: "Not all storms come to disrupt your life. Some come to clear your path."

Your Grace, you’re perfect. 🙏🏻 https://t.co/Cg7bDCEF1b

@duchessgoldblat My friend’s father was in hospice. He was sad as he was going to die before the new Gamache came out. My friend wrote to Ms Penny who sent her an arc and she was able to read it to him. Fan forever.

Do you think Louise Penny loves me as much as I love her? Someone get your snowshoes on and hightail it over to Three Pines to find out. (But be cool about it.)