As my son Aaron and I were leaving Scotland yesterday, I saw this sign:
Aaron will be hasting himself back to Scotland in two weeks to attend the University of Edinburgh for a five-year bachelors/masters program in mathematics, assuming his student visa is hasted back to him soon enough.
We hasted ourselves back to Boston, Massachusetts, USA last night, after a hasty stop-over at the Dublin airport.
Haste ye back to looking at my other hastily snapped photos from yesterday:
I shall now haste me back to YouTube, to find some music for this post.
Next month, I’ll be hasting me back to a hospital for some open heart surgery on September 21. I’ll be hasting me back to this daily blog after that, as soon as I can.
Haste ye back to this conversation I had recently with an EMDR therapist named George:
Me: After my valve-replacement surgery, I’ll have to keep avoiding sodium AND I’ll need to closely monitor the greens I eat. I wonder what my diet will be?
George: Donuts.
Haste ye back to the comments sections of this post and I’ll haste me back to respond in kind.
Hasty thanks to all who helped me create today’s haste-ye-back post and to you — of course! — no matter how quickly and where you are going today.