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It sometimes feels odd to live in a neighborhood repeatedly (and with reason) characterized by journalists as teeming with hipsters (including in SPIN's profile of the late Ben Todd [trigger warning: depression/suicide]). Especially on a day when wild bunnies are frolicking in the neighbor's yard -- I caught sight of one when I got home from this morning's errands, and flushed out four when I took out some trash just now. What's more, two of them proceeded to chase each other around in circles for a while.

They sure were cute, but I'm glad they haven't found my vegetable plantings yet.

I accidentally fell down a research rabbithole yesterday, but before that happened, I went to a pool party at the Crying Wolf, a bar across from my yoga studio. That's me in the rightmost row, attempting to "flip the dog."

When I got home yesterday, I noticed that there were black bugs all over the leaves of the runtiest hollyhocks, so I mixed the Lovejoy spray described by Jim Long and doused the leaves with it.