Quiet Sunday. I spent a lot of it happily plucking away at the guitar, developing my fingerstyle blues chops, and the rest of it reading, cleaning, and generally relaxing.

The football stadium across the way is finally finished, which means that we get high school football games on Friday nights for the fall. They use it during the weekend as well, though without the bone-shattering PA system. If I have the windows open I can hear whistles and the occasional cheering, and if I listen carefully, the sounds of the youth of today running into each other at high speeds.