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 Despotikoview from Despotiko toward Antiparosexcavation work at sanctuary of apolloreconstruction work at sanctuary of apollo

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.