Emoji are everywhere. (I call them emoji not emojis because I’m a snob who loves Japanese things.) I don’t use them, except for an occasional ASCII smiley face, because I think language is good. But I think that once again the world has left me behind.

Reading a couple of fun books: Patrick Hutchison, Cabin: Off the Grid Adventures with a Clueless Craftsman; & Calvin Eng, Salt, Sugar, MSG: Recipes & Stories from a Cantonese American Home.

I was saving some work on the computer, and noticed that the app had a little icon of a diskette next to “Save.” I realized that there are now adults who might see it and wonder, What’s that? I felt old.

Good news in the eggpocalypse: I just made a very good batch of pancakes with no eggs. And no weird “egg substitutes.”