It never rains but it pours. The last week has been a blur of activity - a different kind of activity - that's kept me moving moving moving in ways I haven't moved in years.
It feels good.
It also feels weird, because those muscles, like the ones alluded to in a recent post, haven't really been used in the past four-something years. But it's what we do, the routine, and I will adjust.
In the meantime, some things of note here at Scenic Cornerlot have been observed, not the least of which was the Fifteenth Anniversary of our reign as Co-Regents. She came to me dressed in white, a vision emerging from the woods as a bagpiper introduced her to me again. I think there were some other people there, too... perhaps our collected parents and friends, but I really just remember her.
Crap, I have to leave this at "brief and banal."
More Later.
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