The summer found me sitting. A. Lot.

This fall has begun with school, and old patterns are already apparent. The sluggish morning routine. A day filled with mispent time. An afternoon nap. Perhaps a nightcap before bed.

A couple trips are being planned. Old dreams are being hatched anew. Every morning promises a warm cup of coffee.

Potential rears its ugly head.

Can’t wait. Sounds fun.