I spent a nice, cozy day indoors doing a whole lot of nothing.
The primary focus was mending my elderly jeans skirt and culling photos from 2025. I try to be as ruthless as possible with the delete key. But not one picture from the Volcano Run or the Island Hopper will be deleted. Those were once-in-a-lifetime experiences.
A couple from last month’s Island Hopper adventure:
And what will happen to all my photos when I die? Absolutely nothing. They will vanish.
Every now and again, I think about setting up a fund to keep this blog alive after I’m gone. I probably would, if I were a better chronicler of the fall of the United States.