An Apple of Memory, Polished
I don’t have any material that feels like it’s worth writing about. Toby is crawling and resisting naps, it’s laundry day, and I’m trudging along as best I can. But in searching for a particular post in my archives, I found something else to share. Again. So I rubbed it along my pantleg to shine it up: here. Have a shiny memory to read.
After all, I’ve got lots of interesting material here that I’ve forgotten about. And I wrote it, not to mention it also happened to me. So even if my life isn’t interesting now, there’s still something good to read.