Life's been hectic and miserable at Chez Richardson lately and it's times like these--when everything explodes on you like an outhouse that's been rigged with cherry bombs--that you really need a boat.
So last Tuesday, this showed up at our marina just as the sun was going down:
Her name is Lady Washington. She was built in 1989, but she's a reproduction of an earlier boat also called the Lady Washington which was built in Massachusetts in the 1750s.
And in the morning, she was still there.
Take a nice, slow breath and say "isn't she pretty."
Because that's what I'm doing instead of killing the dog.