Weekly R.E.P.O.R.T.

I finish a second book in two weeks, why my work playlists don't have all my fave songs on them, and my millennial ass pitches you on the 0.5 selfie.

There’s not anywhere for me to fit this in below the paid line, so I’m announcing a tragedy: our balcony garden has been infected with aphids. We separated the affected plants and Suze has been diligently cleaning their leaves, and we’ll be buying natural insecticide at the hardware store when we go on Thursday. But until then, please keep us (and the peppers and tomatoes) in your hearts.