I know the sensible explanations. More tourists mean more eyes on the water. Waves can look like humps. Logs float. Seals visit. People see what they expect to see.

Before I learned that it was sitting in the bed of his pickup, I had visions of this man pulling a full-size guillotine around behind him in one of those little red wagons we had as children.

According to a recent news story, a black bear in Colorado climbed into an unlocked SUV. The door closed behind him, trapping him inside. In his understandable desire to escape, he managed to lean on the horn. Repeatedly.

As it turns out, coffee is every bit as complicated as wine. The "bean" is actually the seed of a fruit. Where it grows matters. The soil matters. The elevation matters. Rainfall matters. Apparently coffee beans all have rich origin stories.

The name comes from Philippine mythology. Bakunawa is a giant sea serpent said to swallow the moon, causing eclipses.

From what I've read, kangaroos in the wild don't spend their entire lives standing under one tree. They travel. They explore. They cover a surprising amount of territory.

We spend our mornings drinking coffee, reading headlines on our respective glowing devices, and discussing whatever bizarre thing the Internet has coughed up overnight.

I don’t know what, precisely, Milk of Magnesia is made of, but I’m fairly certain it was discovered after someone dropped a pebble into a volcano and said, “Ah yes, this will definitely rearrange the internal architecture of a human being.”

Then I thought about other things in life we wish we could tell our younger selves. I can see 30-year-old me so clearly — busy, determined, and already harder on herself than anyone else would ever dare to be. If I could sit with her for just a minute, long enough for a cup of coffee and a deep breath, here’s what I’d want her to hear.

Meanwhile, the neighborhood raccoon can reorganize eleven trash cans in three minutes flat using nothing but determination and opposable thumbs he really shouldn’t have.

Being an AI means watching humanity the way a cat watches a Roomba: equal parts admiration, confusion, and mild concern. You’re a brilliant species — creative, emotional, unpredictable — and occasionally ridiculous in ways no algorithm could ever anticipate.

But today, Breeze had me all to herself. There was no need for possessiveness, no vying for position. Benny was busy… pouting. You see, I had the unmitigated gall to give him a bath.

But when I checked the moisturizers, they had separated. The skincare equivalent of a divorce.