
Taking advantage of all the nice days with more walks along the Charles River and trips to Harvard Square with the pup in tow. (Today, I’m working on an anthology submission, and he’s chilling out in the sun.) Days like these make me second-guess whether I really do want to leave this all behind, but then again, I’m already dreading the end of fall — it’s imminent! — and the season has only just begun.
New England weather: so fickle, so cruel. I’m not sure I’ll ever become acclimated to you.
Photo credit: Patrick Hamm

Some early relationship nostalgia from my first year with the boys! Snapped off my then-Macbook in October 2008.
P.S. I tag any Patrick-related posts with “How To Love A German”, except I just found one entry tagged “How To Lose A German” … ? This should clearly be the title of my break-up blog if he dumps my ass.

So … the dog does this adorable thing in the morning/early afternoon. We have a skylight that leaves patches of sun throughout the apartment. On sunny days, Hamlet will follow the “sun spot” as it moves down the stairs and plop himself down wherever it goes. (His little body just so happens to fit perfectly within each step in the staircase.) Here’s another photo of him sunbathing.









