Earlier today I remembered that I’d forgotten to post some more photos from when we went swimming with otters two weekends ago. So I’m going to remedy that now, because it was the best time.
For an hour, we swam and played with these three adorable, bonkers little Asian small-clawed otters in a heated pool. It was noisy (they emit this squeaky cry that makes you ready to die for them), the otters tried to steal from our pockets, they swam all over us and let us pet and hold them, and one time they maybe tried to burrow into someone’s swim shorts – and frankly it was fucking magical. M and I were grinning so much it’s a wonder our faces didn’t hurt afterwards. We will go back again.
READING: THE LOTTERY AND OTHER STORIES, Shirley Jackson
LISTENING: SURFERS’ PAJAMA PARTY, The Centurians
THINKING ABOUT: Science Has Three Reasons Time Travel Is Impossible and All Three Are Lies (Kelly Oxford)