Life of Laze: Over (for now.)

I have been abysmally sluggish, hiding out in White Haven and watching “Murder, She Wrote” on sleep timer in between Scrabble matches against my siblings. No more. Today I return to the urban jungle from whence I came, and it’s all photographs and art theory and lengthy papers until I can emerge from this cave of academia to eat Christmas cookies once more.

Here are some photos, forwarded to me by my own Cioci Tina, to celebrate my preferred state, and to mourn its temporary passing.

Time for coffee. Whoo.

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About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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