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August Twenty Twenty

Music during the day is a must. Even as a young kid, I remember having an ’80s boombox, listening to music in my room. And then came the boomboxes with the tape deck that would automatically reverse, amazing. Then there

August Twenty Twenty

Music during the day is a must. Even as a young kid, I remember having an ’80s boombox, listening to music in my room. And then came the boomboxes with the tape deck that would automatically reverse, amazing. Then there

July Twenty Twenty

Driving to hike Lake 22, I passed a car with a sticker on the back window. (Lake 22 is absolutely stunning.) It said: There’s Like Hella Kids In Here. I’m not a car sticker person. But for a split second,

July Twenty Twenty

Driving to hike Lake 22, I passed a car with a sticker on the back window. (Lake 22 is absolutely stunning.) It said: There’s Like Hella Kids In Here. I’m not a car sticker person. But for a split second,

June Twenty Twenty

June brought slices of normal: we’ve seen some friends, gone a few places, and enjoyed select activities. It’s been nice having things on the calendar after cancelling everything summer back in April. We’re on for a relatively low-key summer and

June Twenty Twenty

June brought slices of normal: we’ve seen some friends, gone a few places, and enjoyed select activities. It’s been nice having things on the calendar after cancelling everything summer back in April. We’re on for a relatively low-key summer and

May Twenty Twenty

A random thought I had while on a run: If I knew I was going to die while the kids are still young, I would hire one of those missing children sketch artists to draw the kids as adults. Not

May Twenty Twenty

A random thought I had while on a run: If I knew I was going to die while the kids are still young, I would hire one of those missing children sketch artists to draw the kids as adults. Not

April Twenty Twenty

12,395 days. That’s how many days Bill Murray—or Phil Connors—spent in Groundhog Day. So basically, life does imitate art. We’re on day 7,961. Or maybe it’s day 58? I’ve lost track. And I really don’t care. Isolation life is good,

April Twenty Twenty

12,395 days. That’s how many days Bill Murray—or Phil Connors—spent in Groundhog Day. So basically, life does imitate art. We’re on day 7,961. Or maybe it’s day 58? I’ve lost track. And I really don’t care. Isolation life is good,

March Twenty Twenty

What a month. March was spent mostly at home. No complaints. I’m a homebody and apparently more of an introvert than I thought. Other than the whole pandemic thing, it’s all good. For memory sake, so when we look back

March Twenty Twenty

What a month. March was spent mostly at home. No complaints. I’m a homebody and apparently more of an introvert than I thought. Other than the whole pandemic thing, it’s all good. For memory sake, so when we look back

February Twenty Twenty

February was long for a short month. And not a very exciting month. Unless you count a sunny day as exciting. Seattle had its first sunny day after 80 days on February 18. Not a cloud in the sky. I

February Twenty Twenty

February was long for a short month. And not a very exciting month. Unless you count a sunny day as exciting. Seattle had its first sunny day after 80 days on February 18. Not a cloud in the sky. I

January Twenty Twenty

Melvin and I like to hit the trails almost daily. At least five times a week. We have a set 3.96 mile loop starting from home, to Snoqualmie Valley Trail, to Tolt River Trail, through Tolt MacDonald park, and then

January Twenty Twenty

Melvin and I like to hit the trails almost daily. At least five times a week. We have a set 3.96 mile loop starting from home, to Snoqualmie Valley Trail, to Tolt River Trail, through Tolt MacDonald park, and then

December Twenty Nineteen

December happened. And like every other month, it was busy. One of these months it’ll be boring as hell around here. Maybe. Probably not. Speaking of as hell, that reminds me… Brian called me one day and asked, “Why did

December Twenty Nineteen

December happened. And like every other month, it was busy. One of these months it’ll be boring as hell around here. Maybe. Probably not. Speaking of as hell, that reminds me… Brian called me one day and asked, “Why did

November Twenty Nineteen

November was mostly about getting into the swing of having Maive and also having Brian home. Brian gets 12 weeks of paternity leave. Such a fabulous benefit. He’s still home, and it’s mid-January… I’m still playing catch up on this

November Twenty Nineteen

November was mostly about getting into the swing of having Maive and also having Brian home. Brian gets 12 weeks of paternity leave. Such a fabulous benefit. He’s still home, and it’s mid-January… I’m still playing catch up on this