Go home, Guggenheim. You’re drunk.
I dropped a quarter at the airport today and before I could pick it up a little girl who was walking by “found” it. She was so proud of her find that I didn’t say anything and let her keep it. When I boarded the plane and got to my row, I found - square in the middle of my seat - a shiny quarter that I guess someone before me had lost.
Funny how life is…
The new puppy and I went to a nearby (awesome) park today for her first real off-lead training session. This is work we need to do before I take her backpacking with me later in the year. She did great on the trail and around the water although she didn’t know quite what to make of the frogs and snakes. I’ll slowly introduce her pack starting in a few weeks and we’ll be ready for the backwoods in no time!






