As I write this to you, my tabby Amelia perches on the corner of my desk. Just to the left of my ASDF hand, patiently (it’s an act) waiting to be fed. Or for me to decide to give back the dog—always difficult to tell with cats. Hope things are going as well as or potentially better than this with you.
This time we’re colliding Rothko, golf carts, Hans Zimmer, playgrounds and building with blocks. More on that last one next.
Please skip around, read what you want to. Find something interesting in your own internet travels? Send me a link
—JH