One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar. Helen Keller
This morning, our aspirational snail is back in the top circle of cups.
Yes, the possessive pronoun probably means I’m starting to identify …
… and oh no, the good friend who has commented that perhaps this is too much retirement may have a point.
I promise a post about being out and about in Canton Appenzell later to prove life is not all observing a snail, but that will have to wait until we’re back from a bike-ride to swim in the lake. (Is that better Lois?)