Rainy evening

Dudes in a hole.

Queen Anne’s Lace

Rockefeller

Thanks for the warning.

Holla! My replacement FitBit came in the mail today – my wrist feels much less naked. Metrics!

My neighborhood got appled. Is it a good apple? Bad? Misunderstood like Spider-Man?

How is this an acceptable place to snooze?

This is my dachshund’s back end – I’m sitting in this chair.

And this is his little face – through the seat I’m occupying.

Cuddling my space is sweet(?) but being held captive in one position is not my favorite.

This old man loves kombucha. This, from the dog who has mugged me for Sourpatch Kids, should not surprise me.

From the Red Hook > Manhattan Water Taxi. The most sit-down part of today’s 12-mile glorious Summer odyssey.