We got an inch of early-season snow overnight (all melted, now, but it’s still cold out), turned on the furnace for the first time today, have a bison roast in the oven, and I’ve been playing loads of Forza, AMA.

It’s 2018 and Apple Music still can’t properly play a live album without mixing it up with studio tracks.

This cascade of reboot-required windows updates is really putting a dent in my Friday afternoon work momentum, which was already pretty significantly unhurried.

From the commute cam: it’s just starting to look like autumn up on the mountain.

Puppy keeps an eye out on the porch.

Wildfire haze makes for a pretty delicious pupper sunbeam.

Friends, let’s all pause and have an afternoon espresso, what do you say?

Only a touch Mt. Doom-ish with smoke wafting up from Sedona the other evening.

Guess who’s all clean and shiny today because she met her first skunk friend last night?

Thursday afternoon work music update: playing Same Trailer Different Park by Kacey Musgraves. I’ve heard a song or two from this album, but somehow never listened to the whole thing. It’s so very good.