This day is too beautiful to be spent inside. I’m taking my book and going to find a place to read.
I’ll have goodies for you tomorrow.
In Washington
How to conquer the world.
I may not have all (or any) answers, but I know I’m the happiest when these feet are tired.
….when the fog does little to hide it
….when the winter sun makes me forget what a wuss I am without my fleece
…and when I get to call this my most important meal of the day.
Thanks for the sunshine today, Washington.
Herbert, thanks for the tour. Your mother is a saint; something my unholy self needed to hang around. And Bruce, you’re insane.
INSANE.
I loved every second of it.