“I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.”
Charles Bukowski
Good days, bad days. For some reason it seems when it’s rainy out, I tend to get a little more down on myself. I find it rather interesting that that happens.
Carson likes watching bubbles. I don’t know if it’s the reflections (he has a thing where he likes to chase shadows and light reflecting off of devices on the walls) or just the spheres hanging in the air floating by, but he really seems into them. I need to go buy a bottle so I can blow some and he can watch them and continue to be fascinated.