Irony is
Irony is going away for a week to a tropical paradise to spend the entire time under grey skies and being rained on and blown around, only to return to Seattle and a completely clear blue sky.
I can’t even begin to articulate how good it is to be home. I’ve been spending the morning going around the house and kissing things, like my hot water heater tank. Our stash of coffee beans. My little wifi box.
Later on today, I’ll be heading over to Wibbleys to kiss the head cook.


welcome back!
thanks! And I see while I was gone we passed 1000 posts. Hooray for us!