Three Miles Wide Two Inches Deep [173]

Greetings from my house...

Time has readjusted it’s flow. My two weeks away were easily worth four. Yet this week seems to have been stolen by routine.

If I don’t stop to punctuate the week it would consist only of pot stirring, thumb scrolls, and dishwasher loads.

When you remember a forgotten truth, or learn something new, log, blog or journal these moments.

This is the only way…