At Sing-a-Long Mary Poppins. Costume judging just ended.
Truly weird how frequently I see folks on Boston Common taking breathless art photos of squirrels.
I like a juicy prune now and then, for no reason other than I like it.
Lying in a tent with sleeping Max listening to crickets. Grilled fish for dinner; beach tomorrow. Doesn't get any better.
So sick of the phony drama around whether Hillary supporters will come around.
Feeling nostalgic for turntables, records, a little crackle and pop, and the process and accoutrements of listening to music back then
just opened a can of whoop ass on a 100k ride in the mountains of NH.