We have a favourite restaurant in London that we go to at least once, but usually several times each trip, depending on the length of the trip. At the end of the final meal, we split a plate of tiramisu. We take a photo of the piece of cake with four forks, and then the empty plate with the four forks. I have so many of these photos.

But it occurred to me that I could make tiramisu. And then not just have one slice, but make myself ill eating as much tiramisu as I wished.

ChickieNob and I set out using this recipe, mostly because it didn’t contain eggs and seemed super simple. And it was. It was a really easy recipe if you have a stand mixer. The only change I made was to use iced coffee instead of espresso.

We didn’t even need to wait to try it. We took leftover lady fingers, dipped them in the leftover coffee, and then smeared up the leftover mascarpone cream. It was so good. Even with the lady fingers still a little crunchy.

Some people have shared this video expressing sadness over the way we spend our time, but I’m not sure why we feel activities need to remain the same. I mean, sure it’s a little depressing to see sex fall off the screen, but for every loss (hanging out with friends) you also see a smaller amount of time devoted to activities that used to eat up much of our day (housework).

Also, this is the collective trend, not the personal trend. In my own world, I read for more than two hours per day. On the weekend, that number is much higher. I don’t need anyone else to spend the same amount of time I do on that activity as long as I can spend that time on that activity.

And take all of it with a grain of salt. Sleeping doesn’t feature on this 24 hour list. Or bathing. Or getting dressed. There are a lot of time-consuming activities missing from this list.

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It’s a Monday, which means I am likely sharing a game. This one is super challenging, but I love it. You have to get from Point A to Point B, naming all the countries in the proper order.

One mistake I kept making at first was starting with the wrong country or filling in the countries between willy-nilly. To get a perfect score, you need to get the route in the correct order in the shortest number of moves.

Enjoy.

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Once upon a time, Burrito Brothers dotted the city, and people would line up in the early hours of the morning for delicious post-bar meals. And all was well.

There were many Burrito Brothers locations in the city. They opened. They closed. But there was always the store on Capitol Hill. It had been there forever.

We were telling the kids about Burrito Brothers — they had it once at the Union Station location when they were in early elementary school — and we looked it up to see the closest location so we could go for a meal, and we learned THAT IT HAD CLOSED FOREVER FIVE HOURS EARLIER.

I feel like we somehow caused this. Or maybe we just felt a disturbance in the air, and it made us start talking about it. I will never get to have another spinach burrito, and I am so sad.

I now have both kids back for a short time before they go back to college. The Wolvog boarded a flight while I was doing yoga, and I got to watch him cross the sky during the workday via a flight tracker. My heart cracked open when he bounced up the steps to give me the biggest hug.

He can now commiserate with his sister about being bummed to be back in suburbia vs. make her jealous because he was still overseas, wrapping up in-person work in his lab before transitioning to remote work on the project.

I didn’t think I’d survive having them that far away, but I did. They matured and grew more into themselves and impressed me beyond measure. I love watching them figure things out.

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Stop procrastinating. Go make your backups. Don’t have regrets.

Seriously. Stop what you’re doing for a moment. It will take you fifteen minutes, tops. But you will have peace of mind for days and days. It’s the gift to yourself that keeps on giving.

As always, add any new thoughts to the Friday Backup post and peruse new comments to find out about methods, plug-ins, and devices that help you quickly back up your data and accounts.

And now the blogs…

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But first, second, helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week. To read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:

• None… sniff.

Okay, now my choices this week.

I found Bereaved and Blessed’s post on using the last of her parents’ floss stash very moving. She writes, “This week, three years after my mom’s death and five years after my dad’s, I finished the last container. It’s another bittersweet reminder of both what I’ve lost and what my parents left me through their deaths.” When they bought it, they had no clue how their daughter would come to think of them every time she flossed her teeth.

Lastly, Kmina’s Blog returns with an update. She says what so many of us are thinking: “Adulting sucks. I want my money back, I was sold a chimera that does not fit in any way what reality is now. I am not older and wiser. I do not have things figured out. I cannot have it all. Being slim and healthy and fit is very hard.” The post is hard because life is hard. Go give her a hug.

The roundup to the Roundup: The Wolvog is back! Your weekly backup nudge. And lots of great posts to read. So what did you find this week? Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between July 24 – July 31) and not the blog’s main URL. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week. Read the original open thread post here.