Unemployment is fun but not quite as fun as having to pay for my fathers care (assuming I can even find somebody willing to do it) because the rest of my family wants to wait until the Italian healthcare leviathan actually decides that being 90 and recently amputated really means you're not in a good shape. And that's assuming they don't demand he goes to an in-person visit somewhere to confirm that he's really 90 and really amputated.

A couple weeks ago I finally picked up the courage to pause my perpetual Pratchett re-read and read The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin. After the first few chapters I had to go back to Discworld because it felt unbearable. And then I came back and something magical happened, and the apparently endless desperation ended instead and midway through I can confirm it's a great book even for sensitive cowards like myself.

The best time to add lemon rind to the dough is when the recipe tells you to do it. The second best time is still when the recipe tells you to do it. The third best time is most definitely not when the pie is ine oven and you see the forlorn lemon rind looking at you spitefully from the countertop.