It's always sad when you reach the bottom of the coffee cup.
Fortune cookies tell all, don't they?
Yeah, that was a fun Monday:
I continue to recharge by frequently rewatching Neil Gaiman's commencement speech from a year ago:
When the storms come in:
It's mint harvest time! (For making mojitos.)
Leaving work under a sky like this is always nice.
Our attempts to teach Lester how to use a leash are not going well.
Single malt to celebrate the completion of major book edits!
Our "sensitive plant" develops these little flowers:
Recent dinners include banana peppers which I stuffed with sausage and cheese and then roasted:
Smores. I can generally eat about two of these before I get that "OMG I just ate an entire hippopotamus" feeling.
Cranberry kisses are delicious!
(It's a drink with spiced rum, Collins mix, and cranberry juice.)
In that last one, Lester is on my lap, watching Cosmos with me. Note his eyes reflected in my laptop screen, via the flash! I don't think he understood the show's scientific content, though. Oh well, even Carl Sagan can't reach everyone.
Sometimes I offer great wisdom at rock-bottom prices.
Book production continues.