75 Minutes

My life is all of a sudden constructed of an-hour-and-15-minutes chunks of time.

My daily walk is an-hour-and-15-minutes . . .

. . . and the world is beautiful out there.

Yes, I do typically go a little farther afield than the Field, but it sure is gorgeous these days . . .

Hey, wait a minute. That's not the world . . . that's our Kat Murphy!

Anyway.

The drive to my mom's house takes an-hour-and-15-minutes.

Safe-Distance-Luncheon with my Mom in her driveway? You guessed it. An-hour-and-15-minutes

The drive home?

Why yes! An-hour-and-15. I didn't take any photos because I was driving, but man, did it feel exhilarating to be on the Open Road.

Zooming with friends? . . .

. . . fit right into the newly-defining time slot. That's our Zoom set-up. Mistah insists on using that reflector so we are seen in good light.

And speaking of Mistah . . .

. . .  there he is!

And see that beautiful-looking drinkie-poo on the left of the speaker?

She's ready for her close up . . . 

The only thing that doesn't take an-hour-and-15 minutes in this new life of ours . . .

. . . is Fielding. Fielding is eternal and infinite and a world of zen-like bliss . . .

. . . okay, that may be too much bliss.

But speaking of Field Blissfulness . . .

 . . . stay tuned . . .

. . . we've got some exciting blissful projects developing . . .


HBMBC!