Steph just took off to watch Anika’s dance thing at the High School, and Piper and I are hunkered down at my desk writing code. She doesn’t compose it obviously, but she does inspire it. I recall more than one moment of code yeah! occurring with Piper on my lap…
I could be watching young girls dancing right now, but this is a small town and the dancers are for the most part the same ones acting out loudly on my bus during the afternoon drive to Driggs, so I’ll pass. My entire extended family is there and Steph has a camera so maybe some shots will make the blog.
In case you’re wondering about my desk, well, it used to belong to my buddy Greg who was the art teacher at Riley’s old high school. It has a lot of history, and character…