Coffee

I missed a few blip-days in May, a luxury (or weakness) I allow myself now that I've gone over the 500 mark. Oh well. It is what it is. Those two days are lost forever doing whatever it was I was doing. They still make me feel a little guilt, as much as I tell myself that it's ok. Took an early morning "insurance" shot of our morning coffee sitting on our new awesome log table (made with a chainsaw, bought in Montana).