Good Busy, Bad Busy

A while ago I wrote about how great the summer was simply because you could do a bunch of nothing, all snoozy style, in the sunshine. That was, like, a lifetime ago, and a whole different person writing that. Because I haven't had a spare sec in the past weeks to sit my keister down, much less fall asleep in a pool of sun and start drooling on myself.

But. Busy is good, right?

Skate camp at Commonwealth! Skating, sweating, and more skating, bookended by a series of minor catastrophes where we scramble around putting out fires until the veins in our foreheads are ready to blow. Small business life!


About a half hour of peace, working in the shade.


Long days and longer nights. Alex's birfday session at Commonwealth.


Straight up pooped.