Cymande and Giles on an early morning walk. Please note Cymande deftly managing a baby, a stroller and a cup of coffee.
Mister Moss being plain silly.
One of many boletes that have been popping up lately under the live oaks.
Signs of impending nervous breakdown: 8pm on a Friday decide to pull down your entire home library and arrange it properly by author and category. Oh, Dewey Decimal System...
And twenty four hours later it seems there was never a sweaty-toothed father of twins trying to establish a shred of order in a world trying to rapidly unravel itself. My psychology is too transparent.
Anthony with Moss and Cymande with Giles.
