Neighborhood Infill

I was out walking all over the neighborhood today, running errands while enjoying mild weather, gorgeous leaves, and changes that have occurred when I wasn't looking. I was shocked to see the structure on the right. It was an empty lot before our Covid year, and this was the first glimpse I had of it. I think it's what's called "Infill." The house covers every inch of the lot: no garden, no greenery, just house. It's an elegant house, but still a bit of a shock.

I enjoyed the Blip Community feature that focused on Raheny_Eye, especially his policy about commenting (or not): "I have been poor at commenting or socialising in the last few years. Blipfoto is my life but at the same time I have in my old age learned not to let it take over my life. I spend 20 minutes on it in the evening before going to bed, and I check it a few times during the day. I would like to take this opportunity to apologise for not always acknowledging a heart or a new subscription or a kind comment. I am not grumpy or ignorant or unappreciative of the gesture. It usually is past 11pm when I read it and I am knackered and ready for bed."

I'm working with priorities (always), trying to find more time for commenting. It's difficult. The idea of "catching up" has now vanished from imagination. I give it half an hour to an hour in the morning, and another hour or so at night, but then I just can't keep going. Like Raheny_eye I'm not grumpy or ignorant or unappreciative...but often knackered.