Weekend
It's the most wonderful time of the year.
Holy cow. Is tomorrow Friday already?
Indeed it is.
Partying like it's 1989.
The last weekend before batchin' it.
I have had dental work.
Some weeks you wake up on Friday and yell "wait! I'm not ready!"
Some weeks you wake up...
The changes to the schedule.
The bale of hay that looks best to me.
(I've made a decision about the car.)
Enough time has passed that Maribou has said that I can finally tell this story.
Colorado has recently changed its Blue Laws and it's CRAYZEEE.
The Eye of the Hurricane
That thing where you've a houseguest so you have to wear pants and not burp audibly
We were lucky enough to be invited to a funeral for the parent of a friend.
Easing into the summertime cadence
So... do you have an inner monologue?
Getting better by doing the exact same thing you did last time, just quietly
The Introvert Thing
