Seanna Lea LoBue (she/they)

My brain is fuzzy, which makes the programming I'm trying to get done harder.

I just want to eat wheat thins and knit and maybe be a sloth or a turtle.

I started a sweater over the weekend with the leftovers from my last pair of socks and dived into my stash for the rest.

The sweater is making me hungry. The yarns are apricot, milk chocolate, butterscotch and s'mores. I want sweets.

Sounds like a chiropractor.

I've done it in the past, but not with this TV. It is worth trying.

Too bad you can't just cast the PWHL from your phone to the TV.

Wow, brains are so mean to us. I'm very grateful that I wasn't part of that parenting niche and that I don't know the song well enough for it to get stuck.

I should get one. It would be nice to not balance on one leg in order to wash the bottoms of my feet.

I keep seeing people talk about gas prices driving people to start biking to work. My commute is about 10 miles on some of the busiest and hilliest streets.

I want to bike to work, but I also don't want to die. Pedestrian deaths already feel high.

When I worked as a word processor at a transportation consultation firm, that was added to our QC process after the primary WP, the manager and the principal on the project all missed it.

(I think it was about public bathrooms at rest stops.)

When I see something like this, I don't think about running but about craft people who got overwhelmed by success and when they couldn't fulfill their commitments faked their own deaths.

While I never was close to the details, it happened more than once.

If you figure it out, let me know. I live so many states away from my tattoo artist!

I made it to the group run this morning and then finished up at home on the treadmill. While I win no prizes, my garmin doesn't think it will take almost 45 minutes to do a 5K.

Before I left for my run, I changed the clocks on both the stove and microwave.

I adulted!

Given how much I dislike warping my regular size rigid heddle, this looks quite up my alley.

I just followed the recipe.

Sley the reed!

Today I have a dairy free (not vegan, contains eggs) cheesecake in the oven and I have made the harlequin filling (vegetarian style) from the Talisman of Happiness.

Soonish I'm going to crafting and hopefully I can be lazy most of the rest of the day.

When my kid started using Libby he would try pretty much anything, so we listened to part of Syou Ishida's We'll Prescribe You Another Cat.

This week I borrowed the first one from the library - We'll Prescribe You a Cat.

I'm thinking of making a sweater with a couple of extra sparkly stripes.

Whoa. That is too much. I hope things go smoother soon.

That is perfect!

I have about half the skein left, so probably not enough for arm warmers. Maybe fingerless mitts, though.

I have tabs full of ideas, which is fun too.

One sock shown from the side against a fleece blue and white snowflake blanket. This shows the contrast heel and toe better. The lace on the top of the foot is visible.

A pair of feet wearing sparkly rainbow (but not striped) socks against the 2nd yuckiest beige carpet.

I finished a pair of socks, and I have enough of the sparkly sock yarn to make something else.

Now what will make me as ridiculously happy as these?

Gender expression and sexual orientation don't make people unfit to teach. This seems like a really toxic bill when it is already hard to hire teachers.

I made Mexican rice to go in our burritos, but it looks like we are out of cheese. Someone ate the last of the block of cheddar I was thinking of grating for this.

March 4, 2026. A drawing of Pusheen sleeping on a pillowy marshmallow against a pink background. Underneath it says: If I were tiny, I would sleep on a marshmallow.

It made me laugh, which is all I can ever hope for.

I'm going to be generous and think that crappy font is supposed to be an O and that we have oui, which is more in keeping with the other poorly drawn French on other hearts.

I wish more pols acted with integrity even when their positions were on the line.

That looks pretty good to me.

This post is why I just borrowed the book from Libby over my lunch break.