Country Times with Beer

I spent my labor day weekend enjoying the quiet solitude of the country, with a few guest appearances and other social events. But on Friday afternoon I was able to take a walk to this here field, lay down the beach mat my mother gave me few years back, and just cook in the sunny afternoon light. This was especially pleasing with a beer by my side and Anna Karenina on my Kindle. Except I may have read Catching Fire for the second time instead of making progress with Tolstoy. 

Such absolute luxury.

I hope eventually to find someone who might like to drink beer and read books in fields with me, but until that time I'm glad to have such opportunities to enjoy myself solo.