Sir, I Wish to File a Complaint with the Generational Ombudsperson. Yes, I'll Wait.

Gorgeous ones! Happy Monday, and happy days after super wolf blood moon, which is now, I’m sure, the name of a few hundred high school bands (“We’re Super Wolf Blood Moon, goodnight Westfield High!”). I briefly saw said astronomical marvel on Sunday, though I was more entertained by my neighbors standing on their roofs and quite literally howling at the moon for a good half an hour. A+ for enthusiasm young ones, A+.

• Yikes: Broadway ticket prices are falling precipitously. And before you ask me why you should care—if you are, uhhh, are you aware of which newsletter you’re subscribed to?—you should note that the last time Broadway ticket prices fell this much, it was in 2007. Eeeeeeek.

• One of my absolute favorite classes in college, and the one that I consistently bring up when I want to point out that I once did a science or two mmmkay, was a lab on the preservation of art and architecture. In this class, we learned all about the ways that Mother Nature wants to reclaim our great works for herself, whether that be through salt crystals destroying paint, vindictive plants sending tiny destructive roots into stone, or sunlight fading the medieval pigments of tapestries (I’m telling you, it was a fucking cool class!) So finding a 10-by-20 foot oil painting of 17th-century aristocrats entering Jerusalem on horseback whilst renovating a shop is basically the plot of the movie I wish to star in.

• Democracy-threatening question I sure as F didn’t want to have to contemplate this morning: Did the Supreme Court Issue a Major Immigration Ruling Under False Pretenses?

• Generation X was left off a TV list of generations on CBS, and Gen Xers are responding as stereotyped. (and this is no hate on Gen X: as an elder millennial, I remain neutral in battles of artificial time designations.)

• And finally, in ultimate and potentially insane badassery: British ultra-runner wins 'brutal' 430-km race in record time — while pumping milk for her baby daughter. Now I feel pretty bad about nearly bailing halfway through a 6 mile urban hike this weekend, but whatevs.

All of you are delightful. Be kind to each other, and to yourselves,

Xoxo Amy