We had a friend over for supper this evening, she brought her two year old. It was fun to watch her and Roby play, and it made me grateful that we don’t have two that close in age. They are a riot. It was hard to talk because they were so talkative themselves, though nobody knew what they were saying, including them.

I think by the time we can get her a sibling, the gap will be right. 

We don’t have people over all that often, and we don’t go out all that often, so it was kind of odd to have someone over. They’re mostly Abby’s friend, so maybe that lends to the strangeness. 

I also had another friend ask today about what we do in the winter to stay sane. It occurred to me that even outside of winter we don’t do much outside of the house and the property. We tend to stick around working on things here. And I think that’s how I prefer it. 

I’ve been fantasizing more about becoming an icon painter. I doubt that that’ll gain traction and actually happen in a meaningful way, but it’s a good dream. It’s good mostly because it would mean the overwhelming majority of my time would be spent in an egg tempera smelling (and maybe incense) studio, or if I was really successful, churches. 

That sounds real good.