sick day

A little summer cold has caught up with me so I decided to stay home from work today. Sometimes I think these short little illnesses are the body's wait of telling us we need to take a break and slip out of the daily grind, so I try to listen. It's nice to be able to lie around all day and nap without feeling guilty about it. Unfortunately, deadlines march on so I do need to do some work, but at least I can do it in bed.

Here are some photos from this summer:

Micheladas are all I want to drink lately.

A turbulent sky over Lake Michigan.

Writing on the balcony. Why yes, that is a manual typewriter. I prefer to use it for writing fiction in the early stages--seems less like work.

Family members from various generations at our reunion in Lake Geneva this summer.

 Reader, I ate it. This is a roast pig we had last night at a friend's house. They didn't barbecue it themselves though--they left that to an expert. 'Twas tasty. I should have taken an after photo too.