Good to have Smartacus home, though there were instantly piles of socks and shoes in every corner of the house, and I still can’t find my charging cords.
Remember back when I accidentally drank decaf coffee for a few days and thought I was dying? That gave me perspective like nothing else.
In these days before Thanksgiving, we sit by the fire and listen for “returning feet and voices at the door,” as per Tolkien.
Thank you, LA. Sometimes you really come through.
Friends gathered for a surprise bash in the backyard. Still not sure how my daughters pulled that one off.
Best grilled swordfish I've ever tasted, and the gin was really great too.
I can smell God's socks, no kidding. But the best part is the overview of this enormous stadium. The whole place feels like a Peanuts special.
We’d come through Lake Tahoe, up the chalky chowder of highway 89, praying the semis would hold the icy highway.