I am heading northwards in the morning, for a pre-birthday soak in solitude, a hard reset on my brain via a cedar compost steep, a pilgrimage to various artists' altars, and to sample the culinary fruits of a nuclear-free zone. I hope to return with a quieter mind and the ability to once again draw full, deep breaths -- the better to hit 40 head-on come Monday.
In the meantime, have a loverly Saturday. I'll leave you with Mali and her alfabeto. She is enjoying Spanish immersion greatly and is already wielding her pidgin Spanglish like a bastanada -- though she is irritated that everyone treats her like a muñeca because she's so teeny. So sometimes she still punches them. Working on that.