Friday, April 7, 2017

First Photo of Olympos

Today has been unpleasant. I don't have much optimism to spare. How about a photo of Olympos?


We spent last weekend around Thessaloniki. I'll have more photos and commentary for you when I'm not a crusty, sullen, melancholic. Maybe in a few years?

Just kidding. I'll try harder. In the meantime, let's all have our favorite comfort food, watch our favorite comfort movie, read our favorite comfort book, and go to bed early. Here's tomorrow's charge:

Count That Day Lost
George Eliot

If you sit down at the set of sun
And count the acts that you have done, 
And, counting, find 
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went --
Then you may count that day well spent.

But if, through all the livelong day,
You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay --
If, through it all
You've nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face --
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost --
Then count that day as worse than lost.

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