I walked for 35 minutes this evening, while Punch was in gymnastics class from 6 to 8. I usually bring my laptop and try to work...or waste my time on my iPhone. I’m glad I walked. I also heard evening birdsong. Good night.
An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?