Category: Just Because

There seems to be quite a bit of thigh-against-crotch going on there…

That feeling you get when you realize you've made it through another work week and the Orange Shitgibbon in the White House hasn't started WWIII.

The EYE CONTACT…

As I described wanting to do here, I actually did follow through and I printed out the photos and sent them off into the unknown.

I got one response out of the four mailings I sent. One.

It was from the 88-year-old woman who now lives (presumably alone) in my grandparent's old house in upstate Massachusetts, and it was delightful. I didn't get any photos (she promised to email some in March when her son comes down), but I did get some insight into what had been done to the house since 1972.

I think we all need this.