165/365 - More than a little night music

I went on vacation and fell off the blog wagon last week. My words were given over to Sondheim melodies, so my beau and I learned to speak pannukakku instead. Midnight rendezvous with Haagen Dazs on the Battlestar Galactica often led to lazy coffee on noonish mornings, and there was really no time to write on the bobsled loop of the outer limits trail...clearly no place for a laptop at Peterson's fish market or Maggie's Spa either. The monks and their jam might've made a nice story, but all of my articulate thoughts seem to have floated away over the nostalgia of Silver Falls. I can assure you it was summertime well spent, and the living was most certainly easy.