Wandering chairs

The chairs by the pond have minds of their own. They wander from place to place, or so it seems. Today two of them are up on the path, so I take advantage of the new view and sit myself down.

I’m still testing positive, so isolating. I chat at a distance with Nick and Anna-Maria as I train the last two apple trees.

This evening I rewatch Ronin, which is excellent. I also start two films that I terminate prematurely - Traffic and Wanted.