It’s the weekend. And I’m heading on road a trip. Boom, baby! That’s right . . .
Actually, this is the first road trip of the year. And it’s exceedingly wee. But a wee adventure is better than none at all. Especially considering twenty-sixteen has been a bit lackluster in terms of frivolity. Though things appear to be be picking up. In accepting one invitation, I had to decline three.
That seems excessive.
Anyway, two days off, gallivanting about–followed by a week of home improvements. Given I’m not exactly a DIY-er, that’s a bigger, much-more-uncertain adventure. Do wish me luck.
Until next time, may your days be bright and happy, your friends be many, and may you boast fun and productivity in equal measure . . .
PS–Completely random: I love llamas. I met the fellow, above, at the Western Idaho Fair. Look at that face!