Oh what a beautiful day to hang out and play football with Henry. The perfect early autumn afternoon, without a cloud in the sky, temps in the 70s, and no email. No phone calls. Just checked out of the office early on a Friday and didn’t take it with me. I don’t take those moments often enough, as my burgeoning vacation hour balance sheet shows.
I had delusions of doing some yardwork, to get ahead of the weekend chores a little, but nah. Tossing the football back and forth and hanging out in the gazebo with a book. And to walk around with my camera:
That’s what yesterday was about.