So happy juneberries and mulberries are ready.
And people who invariably ask if they are ok to eat when they see L stuffing his mouth.

“I am fascinated by the idea that our civilization is like a thin layer of ice upon a deep ocean of chaos and darkness.”

— Werner Herzog

My current coworkers are too sweet. They are throwing a party for me on my last day.

I feel almost physically naucious, and I don’t know if it’s from disappointing my coworkers with telling them I’m leaving, or from the fact that L decided that the prime playtime is from 2am till 4:30am and proceeding accordingly, or from the fact that I’m going to a client in Utah next week and there is no way I’m going to be able to get ready without working all weekend (which I won’t).