We decided to go to the country on what might be the last good weekend of the year.
Just back from a long walk. I’m only getting just about one bar on the network. High up in the attic. We’re in the middle of nowhere. Off grid.
We asked Pádraig this morning whether he wanted to go. He didn’t hesitate. On a good day, this is the life. Nobody here to get on your nerves. Even on a bad day, at least you can’t blame anybody but yourself.
Life is good I thought for a moment last week. That moment might last for the weekend.
Off the grid.