A Day without Denouement

Ack! So, so much happening that I feel compelled not to mention anything except that.

Ivor (2.4 years) is detuning an acoustic guitar as he strums it. Every few minutes, he'll stop and applaud himself, and I love that he knows that which we are always striving to recall in any applicable sphere.

There aren't many sentences to this post, but that must be somewhat okay, given the magnitude of our travel over the last 24 hours. seriously. it was 16 hours or so, although it feels like it was so much more. It also possessed more legs than an arachnid, and its completion engendered a sense of satisfaction in us that was utterly unequivocal, like we'd come home in a conestoga.

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