Frannie to the puppy, while making herself nachos: “Have some cheese, buddy. Because we all need some cheese in our lives.”

My parenting work is done.

On a rare Sunday morning off, watching the Women’s World Cup final and marveling at how utterly happy the puppy is to have his hoomin back home. It was a long, agonizing week of anxiety and errant potty practices for Winter.

Spent a half-hour in a dentist’s chair having a tooth screwed in and watching “Let’s Make a Deal” with a guest appearance with RuPaul. I can’t decide which plane of existence to which that experience belongs.

Last open house for us at F’s grade school. Still trying to come to terms with the fact that she’s in middle school next year. (More open house pix at the blog.)

KJ Dell’Antonia: “I came to a simple conclusion about getting the reactions of friends, family and acquaintances via emojis and exclamations points rather than hugs and actual exclamations.

“It’s no fun. And I don’t want to do it any more.”

Been a while since I was last on Allow me to reacclimate myself here with a photo of a puppy that isn’t even 6 months old yet.

A Deadspin commenter on Ichiro’s inevitable induction into the Hall of Fame, presuming the entire nation of Japan will descend upon Cooperstown:

“Every AirBNB from Rochester to the Berkshires is gonna be booked, and every guest will leave the place cleaner than they found it.”