The Seventieth Day

My name. On the back of a bus. Twice.

(Just a note: I wasn't driving while taking this picture. Well, I was driving, behind the wheel of a 12-passenger van, but didn't simultaneously have my foot on the gas pedal. Don't worry.)

The Sixty-Ninth Day

Christina and I went on a Takoma Park poetry tour today. Oh, the poems were in the bathrooms...did I not say that?

The Sixty-Eighth Day

Clinging to not being sentimental....

(For the next month, there may be occasional random pictures of my home and work and such. Just a warning.)

The Sixty-Seventh Day

The calm before the storm....

The Sixty-Sixth Day

So I had this really cool picture of the Batman ride, but this one just makes me laugh every time. (Plus, I like how I get all the roomies in in two days.)

And: Happy Birthday, Daddio and Aunt EE!

The Sixty-Fifth Day

My roommates are cute. And, look, they even match.

The Sixty-Fourth Day

So I walk to work, mostly. And this one intersection is weird. You have to cross kind of one-third of the way then wait on this island. And sometimes it gets hot, so I like to stand in the shade of this stop light. And this is me sharing my shade with you.

The Sixty-Third Day

Check out this find. That's right, 49 years ago.

The Sixty-Second Day

My NOL, my roommate, my Becky.

(I think we're cute.)

The Sixty-First Day

Look at this classy guy. He turns 60 on the 26th (which I'm sure he'll be more than thrilled that I'm sharing). And we were out celebrating, with Frank there in the back.

The Sixtieth Day

My bff got we nonprofit folks a little wine.

The Fifty-Ninth Day

I find the strangest things when driving around lost in DC.