Taking the day to rest and prepare for another week of fieldwork.
Catching up on some reading: Mother Ocean and the Global Middle Ages
Crying to myself over this story as I take a blessedly quiet Sunday night alone. http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/barber-saab_09_17/
I read these two lines from this poem and started crying:
Five fingers on fire close into a metaphor
about how we’ll never, never ever, never ever.
Read the poem in its entirety here: https://poets.org/poem/hello-new-year
Today was stupidly pretty.
![[filtered] view of dock at Despotiko](https://micro.alexclaman.com/uploads/2019/d1bb9573da.jpg)
Posting with my phone inside a plastic bag. Island survey!
The view from Koukounaries
I am becoming an even stronger believer in the restorative power of an interrupted two-hour nap.
National Park Typeface, “A typeface designed to mimic the national park service signs that are carved using a router bit.”
Something to read this morning: Lanny Boykin Rises Up Singing - Reckoning
Today was one of those delightful (but rare) mornings where I was able to sleep in, roll out of bed, read for a while, and then wander out for a coffee.
Need to do some work this afternoon, but for now I can take things a bit easier.