See this?

OK, now imagine it's 80 degrees Farenheit (27 Celcius), 75 percent humidity, and extremely smelly. And it's eight p.m. and you just left work. And your train rolled by as you walked onto the platform.

Yep. Vacation starts tomorrow night!

A little light reading

On Evan's kitchen counter:





Out on the porch we helped him get ready for the Saturday market in Kingston:





Minty kept us company:



Purr.

Heaven!