Good morning, Lex-ing-ton!

Once again, biked to Lexington for morning coffee.  The smells and the sounds as I passed the Great Meadows evoked memories of my grandparents' house on Cape Cod, the scent of wet earth, the dawn songs of red-winged blackbirds.  I swear I could smell a touch of the tidal salt that laced those childhood memories.  Some day soon I am going to detour through some of the trails there on my way...

Also, thank you Peet's for carrying good honey and soymilk.

Resistance is

Or maybe it makes cubes blue screen.  Who knows?

Because it had to be done, and noone seems to have.