This is how much Jack enjoys TV

Finished Reading: Gilead by Marilynne Robinson 📚

Third time in this book, and I love it equally each time — its meditative depths of simplicity, or some such paradox.

Nan Shepherd said that “simply to look on anything, such as a mountain, with the love that penetrates to its essence, is to widen the domain of being in the vastness of non-being. Man has no other reason for his existence.” I can think of no better description at the heart of this book, and of Robinson’s writing in general.

I love biking to and from work every day. Every time, it reminds me of my home state slogan, “The Way Life Should Be.”

One of my favorite things about weekends/days off is the tempo: the no-rush sips of coffee over a book, the slow morning pace to breakfast and the front door.

This is not Jack’s favorite thing.

<3

Puppy dog

Before the downpour and wind started, there was a good 10, maybe even 15, minutes of nonstop thunder. Each time there was another strike as the thunder from the last one started to roll

Bitchin’ book day 🤓

“I think I’ll lay right . . . here.”

The essentials