mundane

A much more "normal" day after yesterday's escapism.

Grocery shopping. Grass cutting. Lots of laundry. Nap.

I did think about going to my first ice hockey game of the season, but as the weather is still warm and pleasant, I couldn't bring myself to drive 35 minutes (each way) to sit in a cold, dark ice arena.

Maybe next weekend. Anyway, it will be a long winter. Always is.

The Blip is the road outside the farm shop in Falkland where I was first thing. Some leaves dropping in the gentle breeze. Autumn around the corner.