A project: starting today, one photo per day, for a month.
I call this one “Pioneer Square Smokestack; Olympics.” Taken from the dizzying heights of my friend Erica’s parking garage.
Officially: John J. Sprouse
The holidays happened. I didn’t come in first, but I was far from last place, so I feel like they were a success overall. Amy was home for a week, and we had a very Sprousey Christmas, after which we played nerts. Went up to Crystal
with Bryan and Michaele for a backwoods cabin New Year’s. Had an absolutely bluebird day on the mountain. Played more nerts.
Grew a beard. Then, removed same. I may grow it again (rumor has an “Abe Lincoln on the Mother!@$% Moon” themed bachelor party in the works for later in the summer), I may not.
Synapse landed a big contract to re-engineer, in very little time, a failed project for some big-name company or another and put me on the project, so I’ve been working on my CRT tan quite a bit lately. The more I work there, the more I love my job at the little company with the big heart that just may grow up into something very special.
Starting to work out vacation plans for early spring, hopefully involving snow. Suggestions welcome.
Apparently, not really into using subjects in sentences lately. Hoping this corrects itself soon, as am annoying myself.