Life has been quiet recently. I went for a trip west with my wife for a few days to get out of town and away from computers, phones, cat litter, and the other distractions. Very relaxing, very quiet.

Sun goes down over water. clouds, reflections, trees...

I do wonder if the people who named the Super 8 motel chain knew what “suppurate” means, and if there’s any regional accent where they sound close enough for confusion?

Now I have a few weeks to get through before it’s off to Blighty for a week; hopefully the weeks will fly by.