You probably can’t tell, but the picture above is of a baby triceratops emerging from a clay egg. Pretty sure that’s not how they did it, but, well, you know. Science.

Meanwhile, I am no longer traveling through time.  I’m home, and it’s pretty cool. But things are pretty messed up, probably from where I stepped on that one stegosaur out of spite. It looks like Wednesday now follows Tuesday? And the continents have all pretty much separated? And, weirdest of all, there’s this number called π, or pi, which is also equivalent to 3.141519… ad infinitum. THAT WASN’T THERE BEFORE! Did I somehow change math while I was traveling through time? Who knew that was even possible?

Sigh.

At any rate, I’m going to sign off here. Just enjoy this picture of a miniature T. rex trying to steal my coffee:

You can tell he’s sad because his arms don’t wrap all the way around the handle, and anyway he’s all bones with no muscle and can’t even lift the mug. Sorry, little thief. You tried hard.

Happy holidays!