Sleeping in the main salon with the companionway hatch open all night long, the gentle current slapping the hull, the breeze blowing through the boat, and the soft yellow marina light casting a shadow of the flag on the wall of the cabin above the sleeping teenagers. This is the good life.
In the Kupers’ yard
We think this stove/oven has been in the club since the 1930s. Must have been around the beginning of natural gas.
Inside every sane person, there’s a madman struggling to get out.
Lovely moroccan silver & copper plate with fake finger.
3.5+ hours of commuting with Sir Terence David John “Terry” Pratchett, 11 hour workday (important upgrade), soaking in hot hot water and bubbles with chapters of Woodpecker, and now I’m ready for the sleep of appeased Gods. I know I have outstanding work that needs catching up on, but it will be there tomorrow, and I have run out of those little sticks that hold the eyelids open. Goodnight, fellow collections of particles, fellow bags of water, fellow assemblances of energy. May everyone wake up aroused tomorrow!
Sabina won a writing award!
Best Feature Writing, for her article on Model UN earlier in the year. I foresee great things ahead for her.