I buried another old friend today. Middle age has been hard lately. Perhaps I’ll write more of a eulogy later. I waded through my photo library tonight looking for a good picture of him without result. I’m 16,053 images into a 39,000+ photo library, and all I can find are group shots. I did find this, however:
Almost exactly 8 years ago, during a rough personal and professional time for me, 6 year old Kiddo spotted this dragon in a store and insisted that I needed him. Not her, not Mrs Mack505. Me.
She was right. He sits on my dresser to this day and watches over me. He reminds me that things will be OK in the end.
It’s time for me to call it a day. I still have 23,297 images to sort through tomorrow. 🙂
Notes from Mosquito Hill 