The Little Apple

Manhattan, Kansas is where W. grew up. I reached way into the back of the cupboard for this mug; hadn't seen it in awhile! 

We drove to Tysons this morning. It was still very breezy and chilly (nothing like Eunice in the UK though!) with the sky unable to make up its mind. I stayed at a coffee shop (whose name starts and ends with "S") while W. did a site visit to check out street lights or pedestrian zones or something. He's very pleased that a line of lovely old trees he's been advocating to preserve might actually survive the redevelopment along that street. That would be a happy thing.

When we got home it was time to bake chocolate chip cookies.