Autumn leaves swirling faster than wheels.
I’m capable of 29 point rants about things I know and believe, but with a word count I’m limited on sharing why lobster rolls are the perfect end of summer celebration, 29 foods amazingly delicious smothered in jam and why “You Are Here” maps no longer help me recognize the surrounding world.
You’ve Gotta Love Millennials
A new introvert coffee mug is needed as I’ve paddled so far away from society that the birds believe I’m an extrovert who never leaves early. The path back to society is fading as its stripped bare of old enjoyments. Although, I’d social distance and rejoin for a food truck.
Glaring sky rapidly drowning in hypocrisy.
Fauci says it’s “hunker down” season.
Little Harper is nineteen months old and now believes she has gained the right to vote on our plans for the day and veto certain parks and photos. Fall color shots are allowed during the duration of her flower and tree inspections and she’s thrilled kayaking season is winding down.