Happy Friday, Toast! Last night I had a lot of feelings and cookie dough before bed and dreamed that Lin-Manuel Miranda was going to run for President and fix all our problems. I was pretty disappointed when I woke up and remembered who’s actually running. It’s thrown my whole day off.

This week, Mallory rewrote the fairy tale The Six Swans, and it was lovely.

Leaving a cocktail party early to eat some bison and other protein sources for introverts

Please read this perfect, gorgeous second entry in Ella Risbridger’s Bisto Legs Diaries, “Fertility and Hope”:

There is no possible outcome where we get exactly what we want, which is to say, what we had before.

There is no possible outcome where, to pick at random one of the possible futures we might have had, we get married, and move to the Highlands, and have a handful of babies and a pair of dogs and several haughty cats. We have to stay near hospitals, good hospitals. We have to keep house to minimise infection risk. And I have told you, already, about the Baby Thing. (This is how I think of it: The Baby Thing.) 

For there is no possible outcome in which “cancer” does not have to feature as the third party in our relationship.

When you watch 9 to 5 for the first time at the age of eight with your grandmother you are pretty confused by it, but I still loved this fun piece by Rebecca Shaw.

A highly unusual Bon Iver album songlist

I literally cheer every time I see that our old friends the monks have returned.

“In trying to relate to my mother, to find something within her with which I can still align myself, I try to draw strength from the part of her that insisted on completing her education when her parents were pressuring her to get married instead — the part that caused her to leave an unhappy marriage and a powerful husband for the sake of her safety and the safety of her children — the part that dared to forsake comfort in favor of independence. While that side of my mother doesn’t seem to exist in the person she has become, I have tried to emulate that side of her anyway; make that part of her proud.”

I’ve never seen this terrible show and did not watch the season premiere just last night and have no idea what Mallory is talking about

How to Stock an Independent Bookstore >>> A CANDLE SHAPED LIKE BUDDHA’S HEAD