we’re back home this week, and it feels good to be back to our bed, to my desk and monitor and treadmill, to the beach nearby, to the sunny embrace of the south. the garden has gone berserk in our absence, but even that feels like the good kind of chaos.

we saw royal bermuda‘s concert. went back to being chased by zombies near the beach. drew some faces in art class. cooked moussaka. ate leftovers from the freezer. went to the french bakery for some nice almond croissants and came back with a book about whales of azores. printed some photos for the scrapbook. voted.

everything feels like it’s in its right place, somehow.