Even though every single book says it is the most anticipated book in 2022 (seriously, there are zero books on GoodReads that are not listed as the “most anticipated book”), ChickieNob and I really are anticipating Hannah Gadsby’s book, which is out at the end of the month. She reads the audio book version, and you can hear the first five minutes or so on iBooks right now. We laughed so hard that we had to restart it and listen again.

This is what we need right now.

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Stop procrastinating. Go make your backups. Don’t have regrets.

Seriously. Stop what you’re doing for a moment. It will take you fifteen minutes, tops. But you will have peace of mind for days and days. It’s the gift to yourself that keeps on giving.

As always, add any new thoughts to the Friday Backup post and peruse new comments to find out about methods, plug-ins, and devices that help you quickly back up your data and accounts.

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And now the blogs…

But first, second helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week. To read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:

• ““Do You Have Children?” – How This Question Affects Me” (No Kidding in NZ)
• “Ukraine” (The Next 15000 Days)

Okay, now my choices this week.

The Next 15000 Days shares an article from 1950 that sums up how she’s feeling right now. She writes, “He taught his children that we should consider the world’s children our own. That’s how I feel about the children of Ukraine.” I think a lot of people feel this way, too.

Hopelessly Infertile Surrounded by Fertiles explains what kindness looks like. It’s not just what you do when it’s easy. It’s what you do when it’s really really hard. She explains: “The Rabbi who is running the class said, ‘Can you imagine that level of kindness, to pray for someone to get what you yourself have not been blessed with?’ talking about Sarah and how her overriding characteristic, in general, is kindness.” There is also a deep kindness in ensuring all people are seen and heard.

Lastly, Countingpinklines is back in another cycle. I love her mentality of literally taking it one day at a time. She writes: “That’s how I’m trying to approach the FET as well. Today is ‘take Lupron and remember how to give myself injections’ day.” It’s getting through one thing and one thing only rather than feeling the weight of everything all at once.

The roundup to the Roundup: Hannah Gadsby’s book! Your weekly backup nudge. And lots of great posts to read. So what did you find this week? Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between March 4 – 11) and not the blog’s main URL. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week? Read the original open thread post here.

One thing I love is bothering Josh, and there is nothing better than making your own Wordle with a made-up word, texting it to him, and watching him agonize over trying to figure it out.

That’s love!

You can make your own with any 5-letter word, send the link to play to a friend, and enjoy being a master word game creator.

Or make your own, leave it in the comment section below, and let us all play it. Maybe more telling than anything else is seeing which word you chose to give us. Here is mine.

A video to watch before reading the rest of this:

How cool is that? I ended up seeing the video after I read most the article on visual stability, so I knew what to look for when the video started. But I love this idea of our brain averages what it sees in multi-second intervals and delivers something close to that average so we can handle it.

It goes hand-in-hand with the changing room illusion:

I only noticed two things change in the whole room. How did you do?

Not sure what #MicroblogMondays is? Read the inaugural post which explains the idea and how you can participate too.

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I spent most of Saturday (before and after my date) hitting refresh on my Libby hold list. A watched library list never gives you your hold. But I had convinced myself that the only book in the entire world I wanted to read next was Janice Hallett’s The Appeal.

Why?

I have no clue. I know nothing about it. But I convinced myself as I neared the end of the book I was reading that it was the only thing that could make me happy despite having several other holds sent my way and hundreds of unread books in my home. We didn’t want to drive into the city to get to the bookstore because of the trucking convoy. So I had to just hit refresh on the list and make a plan B.

Sometimes I just hit a reading mood. Based on nothing.

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Back near the beginning of the pandemic, or maybe it was right when restaurants started to get their takeaway plans settled, our favourite vegan restaurant brought back their “chicken” sandwich. I had been waiting for this moment for years, leaving them helpful little nudges on their Facebook wall, and the “chicken” sandwich was finally back, but my heart wasn’t ready to eat it.

Getting takeaway from there felt like too much work. It wouldn’t travel well, and we were certainly not going to crouch in the parking lot, eating fake chicken. I mean, secretly, I was totally willing to do this, but the twins convinced me that this was “sad” and “unhealthy.” So we left it as one more thing we couldn’t do due to the pandemic.

And then this week, they posted that for two days only, they were bringing back their “chicken” sandwich. It was going to be a gorgeous day, and we’re vaccinated and boosted. We could do this. So Josh and I called in our order, picked it up, and went to eat it in the car with the windows down, enjoying the breeze.

It was the best fake chicken sandwich ever.

Mostly because while things still felt abnormal, eating a really good meal in the car felt like a triumph. We had done it — we had grabbed back a moment of normal life and done it as safely as possible. It was like having our cake/chicken sandwich and eating it, too.

Afterward, we drove to a park and walked around the fake lake — it was an ersatz afternoon — and talked about everything and nothing. A date day, instead of a date night.