This was us a week ago, ending a weeklong jaunt through New England, Quebec, and southern Ontario. Road trips are exhausting, but I wouldn’t mind still traveling right now. 📷
Napped away most of my Sunday afternoon. I’d like to think I’m too old to feel guilty about that.
Just saw a reference to this place as the “Indie Web rabbit hole.” Sounds about right. Need to explore more, but not until one more errand and (more importantly) a nap.
Nothing like coming home after a morning of washing pews and dusting an old church, only to discover pet vomit and a kitchen table to clean.
Reading: “The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August” by Claire North.
Started it at the behest of my nephew while I was on vacation. I’m not as much of a fiction reader as I used to be, but this one sucked me in — but I haven’t had time to catch up since I got back to work. 📖
It’s my first weekend home in two weeks. Yet I ended up a lot more booked this weekend than I had hoped. Still hoping for some time to read and relax, as I did very little reading and relaxing over vacation.
Finally checking out this space. (Blame all the Twitter pitches about it from @ayjay.) Also, Twitter added to its annoyance factor by monkeying around with Tweetbot. So, I’m done there for now.
Why, it’s so peaceful here. And it’s not teeming with rage.
I’m … I’m stunned.