Upturned coffee cans serving as roadside markers. No white crosses, but the same flower bouquets.

A storm rolling in. Strong winds and heavy clouds. They look like sentient sour milk batter as they lumber across the sky.

Waiting to hear if a ferry is cancelled.

Filed taxes and now I wait for the IRS to wave their copper hand forward.

The evolution from Wayne to Fergal. Watching an extended movie in the form of a series. Next Monday I’ll put in a two week holiday request and that’ll be the wrap on my current Japan adventure.