Escapism

Well... unfortunately there was no escaping the weekly two-hour video call with the Mothership. 
Two hours of my life that I will never see again. 

But then a brisk walk (in orange alert weather!) to the library, and a half hour road trip through 1974 America thanks to Stephen Shore. 

Great way to clear the head. 

Then I was accosted by two kids on the street who were screaming "Dad! Daddy! Papa!" 
They were actually mine. It still cost me 8 slices of Italian salami from the Granny Aisle...