One Long Month

Here's the deal peeps; I'm old.  I'm tired.  I'm super busy.  The cacophony of the world never grants me a moment's peace.  So I beg you to forgive me if I do not write as often as I formerly did.  I know most of you can't understand, because you are not on the verge of your third annum yet.  You have either surpassed it, so your life is much more calm than mine, or you have not reached it yet, in which case I envy you your free time.  To soothe the wound I've inflicted upon you by not informing you of my whereabouts and adventures for the past month, here are some lovely pictures, all suitable for framing.