Something about this strikes me as … so very pleasant. The result of the effort unseen, but the effort itself so clearly shown.
Much on the plate currently. Much and a half. Looking forward to a weekend of hopeful catch-up with a bit of move-forward slipped into the mix.
The final weekend in the house. The final weekend reading the Times on that sunny morning table. Many other finals as well, many so ingrained as habit that I hardly recognize them anymore.