At the library. Can you spot Quinn?

Ms. the Teacher keeps me informed about the essentials.

My nephew, Nixon, shared a small rite of passage with me just now. First lost tooth.

No cake. These instead. Chocolate with PB chips.

Almost intrigued enough to try to do this. And yet.

Home.

Home.

Home.

Ms. the Teacher found a spa. I have this. I win.

New beach. The view from my chair.

Always good to have a reminder.

Now this is a barbecue.

It's nice here. One seat left.

Watching the sun go down. Bye, sun. See you tomorrow.

Lots of this. And some coastline. Dinner cruise. Sunset may well be involved.

Other important decisions.

Shopping. Only the essentials.

Driving this. Who have I become?

Love is literally on the menu here. #goodsign

Morning, world. The view from here.