Certainly there are days when, as a blogger, you simply don't find the time for a post. And then there are days when you might have time, but the well of ideas simply feels dry. Finally, there are also days when the sheer marvellousness of what you've already encountered that same day on the Internet dwarfs anything that you might feel able put up by your lonesome.
And today, friends, is the third kind of day. In a brief but wonderful half hour of browsing, I ran into a story regarding research into portion sizes in historical images of the Last Supper, Kevin Hartnett's meditations on how his life might have been different had he not recently read War and Peace and breaking reports regarding the use of RNC donors' funds to pay for an expensive evening at a bondage club in L.A. Such variety, such scope! It's enough to make even the most confident blogger pause, and wonder if s/he really has anything much to offer. And I am not, as you've likely realized by now, the most confident blogger.
But I am confident, at least, that grandmothers like pictures of granddaughters being cute. And so here's a brief video of Cleo learning to pour. (Two minutes later, she learned to pour onto the floor):
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