From The Prophet
By Kahlil Gibran
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way,
begin no day where we have ended another day;
and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.
Even while the earth sleeps we travel.
We are the seeds of the tenacious plant,
and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart
that we are given to the wind and are scattered.
I had a busy Thursday doing chores, broken up by a surprise lunch at Tara Thai with Karen who was working from home and therefore was around for an hour, which also gave me an excuse to walk around Washingtonian Lake. When Paul got home, we ran out to Giant and sorted paperwork. We also kind of watched the Ravens-DC game (of course I was rooting for Baltimore, who are undefeated in the preseason), but mostly I am trying to sort music files and figure out where my multi-USB charger went. From Fenwick Island, my favorite miniature golf course, Viking Golf: