Reptile tongue.

It's the end of an era: I need a new laundry hamper. The one I've had since grad school ripped its last handle's stitches. What I'm left with is a wobbling tube without any genuine means to move it around. I could keep it for another couple of months before the last of its seams go, but that wouldn't do me much good. So, instead, a declaration I'll get a new one before my laundry is nothing but mismatched piles around the floor.

It's also the start of spring: my window's open with the screens put in. The window isn't shut tight with a towel as a DIY insulator anymore because it's more pleasant to have the airflow now. Soon it won't be. But for now, it is.