I love these stories!
Reminds me of that time in high school when I had a falling out with some friends and one of them told the whole school I was gay, but I didn’t really think that was an insult, or care if people thought I was. It didn’t really occur to me that I was denying them the reaction, but in retrospect I am especially pleased to have denied them.

I can hear his nails clicking on that floor. <3

Trick is, get a high enough quality knife that you don’t want to put it the sink or the dishwasher. Then you only set it aside and it is still there when you realize you still need it.
A person using a good quality, sharp knife is also less likely to cut themselves.

I can see why a deer would recommend this...

I work for a financial institution, so this was a really crazy transition from absolutely no masks or face coverings allowed to masks are allowed, to please wear a mask (or masks are required by order blah blah blah— depending on the county ).

heuchera, also known as coral bells or alumroot. The latter for its properties as a mordant used in dying.

If you moved the cat district to the lower left that would represent my bed... except for the pillows. We each have at least two and those are undisputed. Any additional pillows may be of questionable ownership.

It sneaks up on you too.

One of my all-time favorites. And, this is a Stephen King story. (Always surprises me)

I don’t understand... why share the bed if you don’t want to snuggle?

I was hoping for something funny or witty. That joke is just lazy... also, just a guess but OP is going through that door either.

Glad to know someone has a word for it.

It seems humans feel that way about most things.
Washington Post did a fun little experiment with virtuoso violinist, Joshua Bell. He played to a sold out theater just a couple days prior to donning a t-shirt and jeans and playing for tips in a subway arcade. I think he made $100 ($20 of it from a person who recognized him and wished to give him more), which is about the cost of a single ticket from the sold out show.
We need to understand why we think it has value I guess. We need some sort of anchor.

I remember walking around Chicago one March and thinking about all the hungry people begging for food/money. But also noticing that the city was full of planters filled with cabbages and other edible plants and yet nobody eats them.

I want to be there now.