
Last weekend we went to Hartford! Chris was in a bike race, but it was me who crashed my bike. On the way to the race, of course, during the 5-mile ride from Historic Weathersfield, where we stayed, into Hartford proper.
Quick question for those of you who may live in or near Hartford: There doesn't appear to be much to do in Hartford. Am I missing something? Seriously. Aside from the Mark Twain house. We did have beer outside at a tavern just down the street from where we stayed, which is crucial element of summer vacation for me. It's beer! Outside!
Work is fantastic, I'm knitting like a maniac, and am generally acclimating to my new lifestyle, which is going to make me really tough, not just tough for my circumstances. I knit at the pub during the UEFA championship, Manchester United v. Barcelona.
I don't follow league play all that closely, so I was hoping for a very close fight, but Barcelona was superb. It was a good week to have Wednesday off!








