I took this photo in the library carpark. She noticed me pulling out the camera and held her pose. She's well trained.
In other news: Warren left for San Diego, there is nothing on the tele, Nathan's tired, Eilidh's skipped her shower, and two of my bean seeds have sprouted. Everyone's sheets need changing, we have three loads of clean washing balanced on a dining room chair waiting to be folded, and I have spent a good half the day being jealous of people I don't know for success I don't have. The last of the anniversary wine was consumed. We are all out of chocolate.
To paraphrase Epictetus, it's easy to chase after pleasure, so you may as well chase after pleasures that are good for you. I have no idea how that is relevant, except somehow it is.
I wish van Gogh knew that we would know how good he was.
