Per policy, I ate the last piece of pumpkin pie for breakfast, straight from the baking dish, standing at the sink.
Also, breaking news: Tonight we made another pie.
I’m also putting together a handful of these little clicky buddies for stocking stuffers, using some spare switches and keycaps, and these adorable little keychain PCBs from keeb.io.
My annual photo gifts are complete! Cards (btw, there’s no good stock card for the mid-pandemic holiday season; “joy” seems like way more than I can hope for); calendar for my parents (I’ve been making this since 2003); and, this year, a secret new photo book for my ❤️. ✅ 📷 🍻
I’ve had this bottle of World Wide Stout in the fridge for, I think, two years. Today, puttering around in the kitchen together, seemed like a good day to crack it open. It was delicious.
I haven’t spent much time downtime since the pandemic. In previous days, I would frequently spend a weekend morning or afternoon with a short walk, shoot some photos for a while, and finish with a beer at Mother Road, breakfast, or coffee somewhere. Yesterday was just the walk; it was fun too see the shops decorated – even with the late morning sunlight being less than ideal for photos – and nice to again do something that I used to really enjoy.
I picked up breakfast this morning from Tourist Home, one of my pre-pandemic favorite spots, and brought it home to enjoy on the porch in cool, damp weather. The sandwich got a bit smushed in transit, but was still fantastic.
