I’m back, still shocked by sunset coming so early since I missed the clock change last week. The light was delicious this evening, reminding me that autumn is coming to an end all too soon.
You can kinda sorta see the reflection of some of my office detritus (lamp, picture, mess) if you squint hard enough.
What a day. Soccer, pumpkins and costume shopping… Later.
Somehow I tore myself away from untangling a plastic slinky (and yeah, it’s already tangled again) to share, dear reader(s?), my impressions of two new-to-me Hope Street dining establishments.
This week, I changed my route to work.
I’ve followed the same basic path for the past nine years. Regardless of my point of origin (home, school, camp, some random guy’s apartment*), it’s fairly easy. Navigate to High Ridge. Merge into Summer. Stop at my Starbuck’s (that’s right, it’s my Starbuck’s). Right onto North, left onto Washington. Proceed.
I'm a twit
