The cover for this week’s issue of the New Yorker is “Bodega Cat,” by R. Kikuo Johnson.

Lived in Texas for 12 years, call myself a Texan, and now I dub myself a true Texan after seeing an actual Armadillo pass my Path this morning! -carry on-

So cold in my classes lab my cup of coffee has turned to ice coffee without ice!!! 🥶🥶🥶🥶