Feel Like Makin' Lists

[Bad Company is as horrid as it gets, but there is certain…satisfaction (?) to be derived from singing the line of the title to the tune of their odious unthem (new word); it would culminate with, “Feel Like Listin’ Things to Do.”]

There will be a proper post today; it’s on my list.

(Your kiss, however, isn’t. I’m spoken for, which is a miracle.)

Thank you for your understanding.

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.