There's one color of life, another is Shaun's absence, still on patrol. The Shaun-shaped hole in my life festers impatiently on the edges.
Another color is life with John and Abby, my colorful, Mediterranean Nordic roommates that notice when I am miserable and join me when I'm happy. It's good to love.
Another color is the cold creeping buzz of a spine after contortion, in my much-longed-for goal for a more flexible back.
The predominant color is one of being busy a LOT. Some hoopy photos for your amusement:
Photos by Ric Colgan of Byte Studio Photography.
Time for more coffee, cause you can sleep when you're dead!
Also: Dear North Carolina, I miss you and your people. If it wouldn't mean disastrous geologic consequences, I'd want you to move closer to Seattle.
And, because I (probably) love you:
"I have come here to say that I do not recognize anyone's right to one minute of my life.... It had to be said. The world is perishing from an orgy of self-sacrificing."
~Ayn Rand; The Fountainhead
