Coffee: Cafe Pajaro Extra Dark Roast, Trader Joe’s brand
I took the day off to deal with car trouble. The trouble’s not resolved, so I don’t have much to say about it.
Instead, I’ll talk about ducks: yesterday, we went to Burlington. My friend’s family lives by a pond. The pond must be doing well because there were waterfowl everywhere. A couple waddled up to us and we gave them old bread. They hung around while my friend shot arrows at some hay. At one point, the ducks got curious and stepped in the way of his archery. He had to chase them off – no-one wants duck-blood on their hands.
Ninety days of logging. Thanks for sticking around for the ride.
Americanah, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
The Way of Kings, Brandon Sanderson
“It’s a bird of some sort. It’s like a duck, only I never saw a duck have so many colors.” – L. Frank Baum, The Wizard of Oz