Once again, this was supposed to be yesterday’s photo. Excuse of the day: weekend stochasticity. How’s that for a ten-dollar word? It means, “the lack of having one’s shit together.” I get so used to the 9-to-5 routine that sometimes a free Saturday can short my circuits. It’s even worse when it’s sunny out – my brains can only take so much unfamiliarity.

Not that I’m complaining. Unfamiliarity can be great once you get used to it.

Stay tuned for today’s photo… famous last words?

Photo: Boats moored at Coulon Park