The Road to Mordor:
4.5 miles from Bag End. Cross the water over a plank bridge.
Out the window:
Up on the rooftop terrace, the pre-autumnal air whispered by, carrying moonlit secrets.
Up on the rooftop terrace, the pre-autumnal air whispered by, carrying moonlit secrets.
I love this time of year.
On my smile:
Pinball league is back.
On my smile:
Pinball league is back.
On my Kindle:
Absolutely nothing right now, despite having a ton of new titles that interest me. It’s been a long summer getting acclimated to the cognitive load at work.
On the Roku:
Still more nothing. It is quite peaceful, actually.
On the menu:
The first delicata squash arrived, a sign that the season is turning. There were onions, too. I’ve been eating lighter fare most days, but the shift in the weather has me craving heartier fare. It’s starting to feel a lot like Shepherd’s Pie weather. Or at least a hearty soup.
On my To Do List:
More sound-dampening tiles
In the Crock Pot:
I have a beef roast that’s starting to call my name.
On the needle:
Not so much knitting going on lately.
On the wire
I'm enjoying my mild bout of technology fasting. It's liberating.
No words needed:
Lesson learned the past few days:
Wednesday is Rest Day
On my mind:
Flowers, because flowers.
Off the page:
“True happiness occurs only when you find the problems you enjoy having and enjoy solving. —Mark Manson
