I just (JUST) returned from a trip to Jersey. I traveled alone for this one, which, as I’ve aged (I’m graduating to a walker next week; I am OLD), has become less of an adventure and more of an opportunity for quiet time and getting books read. (Long plane rides equal more brain power. Or sleep. Which is basically the same thing.)
I finished Wuthering Heights. For the first time ever. Book review to follow.
My parents are moving. And they have a good ol’ house that has been in a state of perpetual upgrade since they bought it, over ten years ago. So I went to Jersey to “help.”
Mostly I just took pictures.
Although I did spend some time peeling old Plasti-Coat off the tin roof with Hawk.