Shay and I walked down to the Headhouse Square Farmers’ Market today for the first time in months. It was wasn’t too crowded and felt like the old days, when the market was new and not too many people had discovered it yet.
The change-of-season colds are hitting hard. Multiple coworkers are down, as well as Scott. I’m rubbing thieves oil on my throat and soles of my feet, in an attempt to ward it off. If nothing else, it certainly smells good.