October 26th, 2022. Pause.

Sunday October 23rd found me and Rowan and Kristen making our way down I-95 to fill in for the previously hurricaned-out Takoma Park Street Festival. We were amused by this starry starry RV – and had plenty of time to admire it going 30mph down the clogged interstate.
Also clogged – but in a good way. The Takoma Park Street Festival was JAMMED. People weren’t going to get a little misty rain get in their way after they’d seen the REAL thing cancel this event a couple of weeks ago. We’ve done the Takoma Park Street Festival plenty of times, so I wasn’t TOO bummed not to be picked this year – but I WAS happy to be the first person they called once someone had to drop for the rescheduled event!

Happy Wednesday. It’s grey as grey can be, but that strange cotton-ball-lit-from-outside grey that seems to dull the noise of the Beltway so that all that fills the house is our typing and the snoring of one large cat, sleeping the exhausted sleep of a large cat exhausted from sleeping.

I get it.

I must admit – I could imagine sleeping the day away too. It’s been a lot of non-stop recently, and only this morning I got to NOT set an alarm and wake up at my own pace. Nowhere to be and nothing immediate to do. Simply a grey world to embrace, or perhaps be embraced by.

It seems I’ve spent DAYS driving up and down I-95, and that’s only after days spent driving on I-70 – which normally I’d be cheerfully crowing about, but these have been more like commutes than anything else, driving far simply to turn around and come back. Driving some place and coming home and driving to the same place again.

There’s little Love in my Life for repeated trips around the Beltway, and so I’m so grateful for this wadded mass of moisture, omnipresent and overhanging, blanketing the sun and more importantly the sound, and helping me pretend that those highways are further off than usual. The road is not calling. Simply the Lair.

Happy fish head at Umi Sushi in Ellicott City, MD.

After the Takoma Park Street Festival Kristen and I took the Long Way home and celebrated our wedding anniversary quietly with sushi and werewolves. I like that we have Our Place even if we share it with lots of others, and even if it involves severed fish heads at times.

I like seeing the quiet of Tonge Row the rain.

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