Sunday Morning


DK @ Daybreak. 4:38 to 5:32 am, June 20, 2021. 63° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.

T.G.I.F.

I know enough to realize that any reprieve my body is granted is only ever temporary. The body has an expiration date, and for those of us who care enough to forge on, to race the clock, much of our life’s work has to do with keeping that date at bay with maintenance, with spit and Band-Aids and all the laughter and intimacy and love we can cram into any twenty-four-hour day.

— Gina Frangello, Blow Your House Down: A Story of Family, Feminism, and Treason (Counterpoint, April 6, 2021)


Photo: Rodney Smith (via seemoreandmore)

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call


 

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T.G.I.F.


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T.G.I.F. (…to the weekend)


@itspeteski

T.G.I.F.: 5 PM Bell!


Thank you The Hammock Papers

5:00 PM Bell!

Oh, come on. You smiled. Admit it.

 


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Saturday Afternoon

Sully visiting this weekend. (Feels like 10° F outside) 

T.G.I.F.


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Sunday Morning

How many times have you noticed that it’s the little quiet moments in the midst of life that seem to give the rest extra-special meaning.

— Fred Rogers, The World According to Mister Rogers


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